Lockdown Activities at Remuera Rise

There were many enjoyable activities during lockdown at Remuera Rise. These included door art, RSPCA knitted mice - our residents responded well to the call of needed mice for the cats & kittens; poems, sonnets, pass along book writing, exercises and much more.

Our residents responded well to the SPCA’s call for knitted mice for the cats and kittens to play with.

A very special highlight was celebrating John and Laura's 70th Wedding Anniversary with high tea, champagne and cake and a group singing performance - residents sang outside their apartments for the couple - Congratulations John and Laura.


Poems & Sonnets from Residents

Forget me not

My memory is getting worse

Of that I have no doubt

Everything goes in my head

And then it goes straight out.

I have a yen to learn, you see

I study quite a lot

But why can’t I retain it all

It seems I just cannot

People tell me all their gossip

They know it won’t spread

As nothing stays for very long

Inside this empty head

People talk of “memory lane”

To me it’s just a place

I went to once, I know the name

But I can’t recall the face

Not all of it is dreadful though

In fact, it’s rather nice

When someone tells me to forget it

They needn’t tell me twice.

Author: Pam Marren

Fifth Sonnet

“Look at yourselves with kind eyes” he would state.

“Forgive yourselves and then forgive the world”.

His family would yawn or smile then wait

While he drew breath. “Look back - each day unfurled,

“You’ll see there’s plenty to forgive, from you,

“From all the rest. Forgiveness banishes

“Resentment, guilt and fear. For you

“What’s left of worry also vanishes.

“That’s part of happiness and should be treasured.”

At least that’s what he thinks he said, because

He’s always believed it can be measured

In that way to see beyond our flaws.

To not be victims of our varied past

And be content with who we are at last.

Author: Barrie Downey

At The Beach

I need to go to the beach again, drawn to the roiling sea, To walk

upon land’s edge again, where the wind blows free; To have beneath my

soles once more that crispy golden sand, And wander by the restless

tide where water meets the land.

I want to go to the beach again, where nature’s elements meet Where

sky and sea and earth all make a miracle complete; There’s lands out

there, I know it’s so, I’ve yet to set my eyes on, And so I stare,

with mind elsewhere, beyond the wide horizon.

I must go down to the shore again, to hark the gull’s wild cry, To

feel the breeze upon my face, and hear the wavelets’ sigh, But my

friends, I have to tell, I’ve been kidding you along, When bubble’s

burst I’m going there for coffee and a scone………

Author: Derek Smith

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