October 1

Friends

Poetry

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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

image of guitar from the neck with the poem Sing Me overlaid.
Friends

They are the gifts we give ourselves.
It is because of them we take initiatives.

They are the light at adark and lonely tunnel’s end.
That is why we call them friend.

They pull us up when we are down.
It is because of this, we wish for them to never frown.

They push us forward when we are afraid.
That is why, for them, our love and trust braid.

They expect nothing less than our best.
It is because of this that we are blessed.

They offer us their selves and expect the same.
That is why, from them, we cannot refrain.

They have faith and, in us,believe.
This is why, to them, we cleave.

They are an endless smile for our incessant tears.
That is why we merit their cares.

They come and, yes, they may go.
It is because of their love, we grow.

They are our friends without an end.
That is why we all transcend.
About the author

Creator of sounds. Poet on an energetic journey with words. Explorer of Frequencies.


 

Delaina J Miller

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  • Thanks Everyone;
    For you love, support and kind words.

    I feel very lucky to have you all as friends.

  • This is a wonderful, uplifting poem — I am always cheered by your love and optimism, which is so rare and beautiful to see in this world. It is an honor to be your friend.

  • Beautiful! I wish I could better express the lovely poem you chose to share but I am not much of a writer so just trust me that it is wonderful and I cherish the words.

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