my every step
colours blend with
cold grey stone
between the cracks
confuse the artist
of the canvas
portrait of the
life now shades
for in it
lies their soul
mix the colours
blend the hues
Crevices deep within the heart
hold the truest love
a vein of gold the band that holds
around her tiny finger
Worn from years of constant labor
his hand still bears the ring
symbol of infinite affection
constant reminder of true love
Endure through blinding walls of hail
the winds try hard to break the course
love remains their bond of strength
through dementia love prevails
We face many challenges in this life. For richer or poor, in sickness in health…
My parents have faced a lot of uphill climbs throughout their years of dedicated love together.
This recent mountain seems so very steep rugged and sometimes out of reach of the victory at the top of the climb; but today was a “VICTORY’ stop, a rest on their way to the top.
Today my dearest daddy visited his loving wife in her new home Rockwood. Love holds no bounds, even through dementia love was visible.
There are more challenges to face but together as a family our love creates a bond that seems to give strength and courage when you feel you have none left.
Please continue to hold my parents in your thoughts and remember to whisper their names in your prayers.
Dementia is the worlds next epidemic, a silent killerthat quietly, little by little steals our loved ones life, memoryand ability to truly identify and express their thoughts. We need to raise awareness,educate and offer support.
Source: Losing Yesterdays & Maybe Tomorrows
Miracle Of Time
through lungs to heart
I drift upon
there is time
it rushes on
the chance to think
reacting within a miracle
with in its maze
for the journey
Fingers find their way
a brilliant rose
by the thorn
This is where they fight for their life, their memory, their dignity!
Source: The Battle (of Dementia)
The smell of death is pungent dementia lurking in the shadows the air is heavy but with a calmness the torture will soon be over Months of sadness give way to silence eyes speak of better things to…
Source: Lullaby of Peace
Find your compassion, feel the need, express your inner thoughtfulness, and find a dear soul to share it with.
Hold my hand and feel my life
the path though worn is there
Threads of memory still exist
tattered frayed and threadbare
Feel my heart ’tis broken and torn
do you have compassion?
Mend my soul with threads of gold
spun from interaction
Stay awhile to get a sense
why oft times I feel so lost
Now and then you’d never know
the heaviness of my cross
Bring a ray of sunshine with you
melt away the icy fears
Bestow me with the warmth of friendship
exchanging smiles instead of tears