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Cautious the winds
She wisps in and out
Weaving through realms
Of courageous war
Her spirit roams
Visiting familiar yet
Surveying regions
Careful not to embrace
To embrace would mean
She’d come home to stay
leaving behind earths magic
Restraints of gravity
Silent tearing catching destiny
Thus quick gasp of breath
Embrace now deliberate
Steady exhale of eternity
KJS
Morning songs on the wings of tomorrow
Evening walks in the shade of yesterdays
Where memories become springs of living water
Onward I go my work nearly done
Lay me to rest in the fields of sweet clover
Where the dew kisses the dawn
Footprints of angels mark the path to my homeland
Oh lay me to rest in the arms of back home
How I long for peace of wind in the poplars
fragrance of birch in the cool autumn nights
strength of the jack pine holds me fast to my journey
The sun now sets on the lake of the woods
My eyes close in death as I bid my farewell
To the place my heart has called home
I cross over Jordan with no backward glance
The sunsets behind me I reach that fare shore
KJS2021
Being an advocate for our seniors , always creating awareness for the importance of visiting the seniors, now that privilege has been removed…Amidst the world chaos struggling with the Covid-19 pandemic, the awareness is still a valid cause. This poem speaks of what it means to an elderly soul who spends day after day in a long term care home and then is blessed with a visitor. Now with strong measures in place with no visitors allowed to help fight against Covid-19 in the homes. Please say a prayer for these dear loved ones. I wonder if the saying applies, “you don’t appreciate what you have until it’s gone” 
Morning dew
cool tired feet
caressing each step
I feel relief,
drowsy daisies
start to stretch
welcoming warmth
from evenings slumber
Relief though faint
strength is gained
amidst the
dawning glory,
unfolding promise
clings with certain
embracing grace
with daylight hues
Meadows green
of afternoon
the comfort of
someones touch,
the lonely ends
as smiles begin
welcoming love
amid the words
Once again
the cool returns
yellowing rays
turn into gold,
I bid farewell
a day well spent
contentment folds in
peaceful rest
KJS
I want to add a very important note, a huge thank you and prayers to all our health care workers putting their lives on the line everyday to care for our dear seniors. God bless them and keep them safe ❤
as ink on cotton stained
a neon sign it blinds the truth
is it easy to walk away?
Be direct this is no riddle
without an answer in a rhyme
gaze upon the mirrored reflection
no crystal ball through time
do we feel exempt?
denial devised to sacrifice truth
I hear the echoes of the steps
KJS
Amidst youth or mid life strides, it is very easy to push the truth back out of the way replacing it with myths that growing old is so far down the road; the truth is, it is on our back porch, and we will be stepping down placing our feet on the same path of life’s fragility.
Let’s join our voices in fighting for change, in creating that very important communication concerning end of life care, and the dignity, respect, privacy and compassion that are not only deserved but is crucial for the quality of life in seniors twilight years when they are taking their final steps on this earth.
For every like comment and share you are helping with this awareness. Thank you ❤
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Now some may take offence to this writing but please take into consideration I am creating awareness, in honour and respect of our dear dad who left this world on February 29 at 11:35 AM. Surrounded by his daughters in a room where it reeked in lack of privacy, dignity, respect, and compassionate communication, these are things I will continue to fight for, for change for our seniors, our dear elderly who have earned the honour and respect to have a specific end of life care room. This poem reflects the truth in his death, his last few days and hours and the grief of his daughters. Thank you ❤
Pillows of grief cushion the fall
through veil of tears attempted goodbyes
interrupted by fear and impolite noise
death is lurking the soul in waiting
Bedside manners filled with prayer
holding the hand that soon will be gone
air is thick with cluttered interruptions
enters and exits rob us of moments
Angels hover our hearts are breaking
straining to hear breath of wings
clamorous shuffles we try to focus
songs are sung to mask such commotion
United despaired we cling to hope
that soon death will not be displayed
pleading for grace and a quite arbor
respect for a soul fighting for life
Solitude required why must we beg
like scavengers we crave for dignity
respect for our loved one on display
communication scattered lost in shuffled
Broken now the colours change
rapid breath before the calling
we strain to hear the heart of father
the hands once warm now feel the chill
He rushes now to meet our mother
embraced in heaven we say goodbyes
amidst our sorrow his pain is over
the show is over the curtain falls
KJS
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Sustain my heart
with a long good bye
watching you leave
till your shadow dissolves
into tears of longing
oh… not to be left behind!
Weary eyes that
give way to rest
slipping into dreams
of yesterdays
oh… familiar caresses!
from one who went before
Oh…what is this!
new life of watching
waiting and wondering
a world where
days are echoed
with such continual emptiness
Pleadings with prayer
oh…God help me!
release my body
from this prison
filled with little dignity
and racked with pain and sorrow
Respect of a life
the sword is raised
shrouded by heaviness
of grieving and death
oh…arms are lifted!
as breath turns into embrace
KJS
Photo compliments of Joyce Peters ❤
Through glass they view
the skies of blue
that turn to shades
of gloomy hues
Down long halls
encased grey walls
which hold the rails
that brace their falls
Beyond the doorway
shadows of ghosts
that linger awhile
to encourage and boast
Have they escaped
this prison of age
their souls still restless
bound by this cage
Release their bondage
shatter the spell
this visit of kin
the final farewell
KJS
As an advocate for seniors our dear elderly, I encourage and admonish, your dear loved ones need an advocate, they need to have frequent family visits; for one day it will be you sitting wondering waiting, peering through panes of glass, looking through doorways, will they come today?
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
KJS2018
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 ❤
Summer skies evolve
into Autumn greys
extending limits
of no return
Chilly winds dictate
a cloak of caution
in return giving security
against uncertainties
Comforting glances
just remnants of fabric
past garments of familiar
caresses and smiles
Melodies of heaven
beckon a weary soul
stanzas reach between realms
constricted in earthly struggle
love gathers on every side
farewells channelled through
hearts and tears that release
robins song GRACE she is home
KJS2018
Leading up to July 5th, and here on after…
I love you mom…….
I do not just remember on this day, but every day.
When you come into this world, birthed by your mothers hard labour of love,
there is instant trust, and with each day that passes this trust of love grows to the strength of your whole being. As you grow and the world changes around you, one thing remains constant, strong and true, your mother’s love.
The love I speak of is now contained within my very being, stored up throughout the years for such a time as this
Never in all my years did I once give it a passing thought, a hint of worry, that I would not have my mother, she was always there, no matter what, when , how or when…she was always there!
Through eight years of caregiving for this generous precious soul I call mother, I can honestly say I stayed focused on her, not the what ifs…. and I have such wonderful memories, stored up from each moment spent with her.
There is too much to write, and the words continue to fail me as I dare describe what she means to me, and how I miss her touch however, I was blessed to have a peek into the very depths of her heart and soul before, between, and on the other side of that horrific disease dementia that she carried as her burden, her last struggle in this life. I can honestly say, “God bless you mom! I love you! You are alive in my heart and alongside of me through the rest of my journey here on this earth, Thank you”!
I feel the touch
of her warm weathered hand
her soft gentle voice
as it carries my soul,
over the years
to once upon her knee
where safe in her arms
I could weather my storms
In mind once traced
the lines of her face
etched in my heart
a canvas of love,
remembering whens
making changes along the way
revealing dreams
of her hearts hidden schemes
Ravelled edges
of hidden rainbows
remnants of joy
created through,
sunshine and tears,
In search of one memory
to take comfort in life
oh just one little memory!
Hushed melodies
once songs of faith
trickle through the
hidden corridors of loss,
beating against her armour
riveting waves that
fashion and fabricate
her very inner soul
The cool dew
caresses her toes
as she runs through
the meadows
with her loved ones
earthly battle vanishes
through her realm
of continual joy
Lovingly,
Kathy
KJS2018
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