No recognition in the brown of her eyes
i miss the touch of her voiced memories
one by one they vanish leaving me with sorrow
and her with outbursts fuelled by frustration
We continue to guess what may be the cause
surmise to bring small comforts
conclusions masked with bitter hurt
but there are no winners here at all
Endless hallways tiled with failed circumstances
fallen between the cracks awaiting fulfillment
become dormant part of the crumbled plaster
given up by the deteriorating walls of hope
Heavy chained to the demon
barred from reality there is no key
the lock corroded with prescriptions of
empty promises bandaids for remaining life
Dedicated to my dear mom who battled dementia for over 8 years, and went home to Glory July 5, 2017 on the wings of angels and a song by her 5 robins ❤
Shards of thoughts prick my feet
Onward I trudge through sorrows path
Confusion adds to the process of joys
My weary mind not up to the math
I complicate daily with minor details
Choking the life right out of the song
Existence is taken without ones permission
Is this the truth…did we ever belong?
Mistakenly I veer to the side of unknown
This realm is beyond comprehension
Believing in hope convinced in the faith
My soul is released of the tension
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
From the window
of my heart
my soul is
cast in shadow
The drops of rain
that hit the pane
from my eyes
it graces mind
as through life
I cast a glance
I read the chapters
one by one
how each trial
came through the fire
With each dawn
I call upon Calvary
re visit His blood
that covers my sin
short comings to fault
I reach redemption
silver chord of hope
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
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 come
I hold her hand and sing of day
where memories of this shall be no more
A soft wind blows in fields of peace
gentle is the lullaby that calls her home
release my heart oh soul take flight
realm of glory eternal life
I have sat and held the hand of precious elderly, prayed in their ear when
their eyes could not open; when they no longer ate because the dementia told them they were already full.
I have sat and sang at the bedside of dear seniors and felt their last breath of life on my cheek as they crossed over into the realm of peace and no pain. I have been so richly blessed and honoured.
We have a hope of eternal life no death or dementia can
hinder the profound promises of God’s word.
Hold onto these promises they’ll carry one through.
What is your hearts desire?
What does your soul crave for?
The ripples dance
as I step into
the river of life
I feel its life wash over my soul!
My lungs fill with song
as I inhale
the breeze from the tree of life!
My heart beats with joy
as I walk
with saints of old
the stories of His wonderful grace!
My soul is at rest
as I look
upon His face
the Emancipator of the redeemed!
This is my prayer
my hearts desire
what my soul longs for
a foretaste of heaven
will soon be reality!