A Prayer For A Friend

 

Underneath the bowers and branches
I took a stroll one eve
Pondering the daily trends
A sudden urge to hug a tree

A thought that passed right through my mind
Straight to my heart it wend
A twinge of care an earth prayer
Twas for a dearest friend

I bowed my head in humble prayer
And asked the Lord above
Please send to her the brightest angel
To guide with light eternal love

For when her way grows thick with thorns
And clouds obscure her days
Please light the lantern filled with hope
Guidance her angel to lead the way

With Modest thanks I raised my head
Thus slight a turn I caught a glance
A flutter breath of angels wings
I knew this friendship was not by chance.

 

Dedicated to a dear soul who is now an angel my friend Connie
KathyJSnow2015

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Mother’s Day Truths

Sunday is the official Mother’s Day, for me I celebrate my mom everyday, Love her! Miss her! and will never forget every second I was blessed to have her on this earth.

Today I met my mom
In her eyes I see my life
Her smile lit the candle of my heart
Her love breathed life into my soul

KJS

 

Silent Crosses and Hushed Tears

Silent crosses
scrape the earthy
floor of my heart
creating trenches
of sadness and heartbreak

I try to lift
the crosses
so they are not so heavy
my shoulders are tired
my chest is weak

looking downward
the brown murky dirt
meets my gaze
so dry so dusty
I pray for rain
to wash away the ache

Hushed tears
fill the trenches
with each step
footprints are graved
filled with faint hope
but mostly dread

Change is needed
prayer is choked
with vines of doubt
fear of voicing hurts
words are left unspoken
the ache continues

KJS

 

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Silent Prayers Of Dementia

There are days when the rays
light the path to expectation
a glimmer of understanding
through a light touch
it thrills my heart
and lets me know
I m not alone

Many are the afternoons
when the clouds gather
I wait to see the break
…oft so many times
they will darken
anxious storms
are near

Lonely nights stretch into days
restless waiting for dreams
exhausted with counting
mirage of shadows
through meshed
confusion my
voice is silent

In this blackness a silent soul
finds an arbour of conveyance
through the dark He walks
holding my hand and
hearing my prayers
silent assurance
set free
~
KJS

 

Wrote this #poem awhile ago while I stood in the shadows of this giant demon #dementia …. So thankful our dear mother is now at peace ❤ safe within the arms of her Lord and reunited with her family and friends who went before her ❤ Her silent prayers were heard….

 

In loving memory of my dear mother who passed away July 5, 2017 at 7:30 in the morning while her robins sang a song of peace.

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His Promise

Rays of sunshine
hold tomorrows
an open paragraph
to life’s journey

A silent heart ..
ones rainbow ending
faith reveals and
covenant enfolds

Clutched within a
priceless promise
His opened hand
reveals true love

KJS

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Apartment 208

 

For many years there has been happiness, laughter, tears, worry, prayer, faith, hope, and above all love between these walls.

Emotional day tomorrow as I hand back the keys to this little apartment that served as a home for my beautiful mom and dad.

Although the move into this apartment was another stage of life for mom and dad, the move happened because of health reasons for both. The stairs were just to much for dad, and mom was already showing signs of early dementia, and this building had many connections to benefits that would be in place for when they were needed.

Throughout the years mom and dad were faced with so many trials, but their love for one another seemed to create a fence of protection to this cruel world of reality.

Now to many it was just another apartment, another place where Lawrence and Holly lived, their visitors were not in abundance, and especially when mom was diagnosed with mixed aggressive dementia the visitors seemed to become even more sparse; if dad noticed he did not voice his disappointment, he was to busy becoming caregiver and taking on another life, the life of his love Holly. He would become her memory, her shadow of her life, and almost rob dad of his very own life.

God does everything in His own time, and His timing was this Spring. First mom was placed into Rockwood a Long Term Care Home, and soon to follow my daddy. There of course is a lot of go betweens this paragraph, but through the struggles and hardships our perseverance and faith has paid off.

For the last seven years the two and a half hour drive we would make almost every weekend to apartment 208 seemed to become shorter and shorter as the urgency and love became reality and apart of our lives. Although the care load increased through the many stages my heart never got tired of hitting the buttons #22 and to hear dads voice say, “apartment 208” 🙂 the ride up in the elevator, and the walk down the hall and seeing my mom and dads faces peering around the corner, until dad had to keep the door locked and barred due to the severity of moms dementia. I will never forget the creek of the door labelled 208, the familiar scent of dads cooking, A5 35 and dad hollering come on in, and mom saying come here, don’t let scamper out!

Too many memories to pen today, but they are in my heart and will forever remain for future recollections.

This past week has been very hectic and with no complaints I say my plate has been full, but to my wonderful surprise, my dear hubby and my wonderful sister June surprised me and went and worked so very very hard, and so many hours at completing the final clean out and packing and moving of apartment 208. My heart is so thankful and words don’t express my gratitude.

Tomorrow I will go and do my final walk through and in my heart hear feel and sense the love happiness and pain of apartment 208. I will say my final so long to another chapter in my parents dear lives, and although the apartment has been scrubbed from top to bottom it can never erase all these cherished times, treasured memories I will hold in my heart and life forever.

After I hand the keys over I will cry because I know me, but I will dry my tears and go to Rockwood and celebrate dads 79th birthday with him, I will laugh and cry and talk about happy things, we will talk about mom’s return to Rockwood on Monday from Owen Sound hospital where the doctors have done an amazing job of levelling out her medications. We will rejoice together of the countless blessings through trials and with taking one day at a time move forward in creating more treasured times and memories in their new home Rockwood.

Another chapter in my parents lives, I am truly blessed to be apart in the making of these memories, and will forever cherish every minute spent making them.

So – long apartment 208 thank you for keeping my parents safe and holding their memories between your walls for years to come.
Kathy