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
Red Sails in the Sunset
Is the name of the necklace
I bought for you.
Its name sounded like
poetry. That magic
You inspire in me.
The necklace attracted you,
I knew the “Minifiori” was
The perfect gift for you.
It has the color of the sun
Just at dawn.
It has the color of the sun
At noon.
It has the color of the sun
As it sets.
And the sun…
always makes
Me think of you.
Happy Birthday Kristin