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
My world awakes to soft pastels
Though sometimes hard to view
Beauty hidden surpasses dreams
Please share their purples pinks and blues
Bold black lines an ordinary life
Fashions of fences corralling feelings
Oh where is the portal? Is it guarded?
Yonder the sunset promised healing
There are positive sides to dementia it is the ONLY positive side it is the PERSON who is chained to this deck of miserable darkness. We treat the disease, we charity for cure, we pray for healing, we faith for life substance, we sing for courage , and write for awareness and encouragement. We are speaking of a…
There is …
Flickers of …
Look past the disease, look deep into their soul they are an individual, they are family. Reality ?This disease is a demon and must be treated as such, but treat the person with love, respect, compassion, and above all patience. When they lash out we have no idea what battles they are truly fighting inside their minds, we can only surmise. Is their life like looking through slats of time, a glimpse of the past, present, and future? no one truly knows unless you are the person on the other side of the conflict with the disease.
Just beyond the slats
vision of thoughts are clear
sometimes I reach the other side
tis then my heart it feels no fear
I cling to someones touch
a kiss upon my cheek
an understanding of my trial
they see my heart and speak
If I could choose to rid disguise
and drop this heavy burden
would be my glory my victory story
the rising of the curtain!
Misty vapours caress my face
my tears I thought were rain
The fog in which I struggle to clear
has settled inside my brain
My feet are heavy as I trudge along
the path I did not choose
Wending my way in a maze of circles
praying my gain I do not lose
Mirage though beautiful give false hope
but beware they may bring bravery
Trusting is the optimum word
that break the chains of slavery
My mom has mixed aggressive dementia, I pray for her strength healing and courage.
Every dear person whom has this disease did not ask for it to take over their life. Join our voices in encouragement and prayer for all involved.