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
Beauty
Beauty is the light
that comes from within
curling around the heart
as it fills the soul.
Beauty’s elegance is not
purity or even symmetry alone
but the energy that springs to life
when we see it… touch it…feel it.
Beauty is not owned by innocence
yet we get lost in the wonder of it,
revel in its powerful effects,
and worship its grander.
How could we not, when we witness
beauty dancing in orb shaped windows,
inspiring our souls to take flight
in the sensation of it all.
©Delaina J Miller 2012
Art work courtesy of Elspeth Murdoch
Thank you for the inspiration Elspeth