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
The Importance of a Rainbow
It was on a long walk home
he taught us:
to look for the light in falling rain;
to read between segregated lines;
to act in courage in the face of rage;
to use benevolence to survive the inhumane.
It is on our long walk home,
that we embrace our vitality
by looking to our rainbows.
For Nelson Mandela with love and gratitude.
This poem can now be found in The Unique & Sundry, which happens to be available on Amazon.
That’s outstanding Delaina. Great work. Love the line:- “to read between segregated lines;”
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