When someone you love is diagnosed with dementia as a caregiver your own life gets turned inside out as well. In fact probably even more as the caregiver. But really who knows? All of us are having our own experiences through our personal realities. Who are any of us to say what's real or not real in any given moment for anyone else.
For me poetry and music have been consistent ways to examine emotions and personal growth the experience gifts me. Recently, I have found myself, once again, pulling at the threads my emotions through poetry. Some how by placing one word next to another I am able to find peace with grief. But even more powerful, I have been able to unravel the gift of the journey.
Here are two of my most recent poems:
a cardinal rests it’s frozen reflection ~ encapsulated your colorful life stilled in a lake of memories
Day 7 – Write a List Poem
Acts of Kindness
The fare-less ride home when everything else has gone wrong.
The lift to school for the classmate that lives close by.
The carseat for a child instead of a ticket for mom.
The hug given to the husband who’s wife has just passed.
The long version told to amuse her lonely heart.
The gentle smile and a tissue for the child scared at front of the store.
The meal delivered without any strings.
The hand reaching out when you’ve slipped in the mud.
The benefit of doubt though he looks out of place.
The second chance when pockets turn out full.
The alliance of a friend until the bully walks away.
The compromise found where both parties win.
The peace treaty real without troops and bombs deployed.
The show of love though difference is clear.
amen..
xxoo
Thanks Mom 🙂