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
In a few days it will be the anniversary of my Dad’s birthday so of course I wrote a poem for my Mom. 🙂
Donna Rampton this one is for you. Thank you for all the memories and sharing the mornings with me.
Kiss of the Moon
Strength is what I see
when I look at you.
Jaw set and beautiful
ready for the lips you gave me
to kiss your cheek.
Up before the sun
just to get a little more done.
This is where it comes from
my love of mornings.
The memories
of my stolen moments
with you alone, for my own.
No longer young, either of us,
I still rise before dawn
to send my love to you
with the last kiss of the moon.
I am sure they will Golda! Thank you!
Adore this! Hope my kids will have similar beautiful memories of me