Alzheimer’s Collection

 

6/15/10 In the Nursing Home:

Sadness ends, beginning bendsMom & her Granddaughter

back upon itself-

Memory delves in mystic swirls-                                                                          

the mind is a thing that twirls

in unexpected ways unnamed, unclaimed-

unmapped- a chart less sea of second guesses,

lost entrances,

a place to be we cannot see

when mind grows dim.

 

Sadness, loss

I cannot follow there,

that place you go to-

in there somewhere,

where your mind has bent

and sent you off.

I cannot be there with you now,

I wish I could, somehow.

Blessings, peace, wherever you are-

we’ll meet again at journey’s end-

sadness now, gladness then!

I Love you Mom, Amen.

 

          

 

                                                                                                                           Spirit Women – Hawks in flight

                                                                                                                          overhead in ever sight

                                                                                                                               symbols of eternity

women flying

ever free

Soar – Soar

and scream at me

Don’t you see? Don’t you see?

Earth’s hastening for eternity

Listen – Listen!


      Spirit works in a straight line

                                                    listen — it is divine-                                                              

                                                                                                                     a gift – to hear

                                                                                                                              what those who are dear

                                                                                                                              say when they’ve “lost their mind” 


                                                                                                                               ….They leave us clues behind- – –

                                                                                                                                      point to all that’s fine…

                                                                                                                                          And truly in their minds.

 

7/29/10

Prayer to my Mother –


   You there, sleeping in the bed –

        What’s going on inside your head?

    Where are you that we cannot see?

Oh ! Teach us! Teach us!


            There to be

      with you

in

marvelous fields of blue

all playful and true

                 Can I come there,

                        stay there, with you?


                                      
Help me! Help me!

                                         To pass through

                                                so I may be there

                                                        Oft, with you!