rose bud bloom
decided on its own colour
catching random raindrops
she danced each spring
a calla lily
ivory water cup
opens like a scroll
makes my heart sing
dry dusty petals
a ballerina once
no longer remembering
a swan song
the seasons changed her dance
robbed of her wings
More than forty years ago,I took care of my first Alzheimer’s patient. Back then we called a patient confused. The trade marks were the same: little by little the mind ebbs and the memory recedes.
I have learned much as I have looked through the window of an elderly person’s life. There is a store house of information, experience, history that is so close. My challenge as a caregiver is to find the key that unlocks the treasure chest.
By the time I enter a client’s life, they have “lost” quite a bit of memory. But there is always some treasure if I am patient. “Patient” is the operative word – I cannot have an agenda, be pushy or in a big hurry.
Mary loves children and she most often sets the tone for the conversation. Her years of experience as a school teacher are like gold for me as my other life is teaching African children. It is a joy to hear children in the background of her life.
Today- I grasped at another treasure – we look good in the same colors. She chose several outfits that would look good on either of us. Last week we had a pillow fight and got into a fit of laughter. She asked me a puzzle of a question; I asked her one in return.
Each day we find what we can do not what we can’t do and it works.
I am not inferring that caring for a person with Alzheimer’s is easy – It is Not! As the wave recedes, I am sorrowful for the yesterdays that are lost. But my hand is going to clasp hers and be grateful that there are more days filled with treasure if I am ready to hunt for it.
Tide is fading
wind thrashes each memory
deep blue sea
greetings far and wide
hearts momentary grasp
a smile of shared kindness
if only this could last
shallow are grey blue waters
when for another do not share
freedom used to ring
for gold we only care
daily the reminders
a smile so white and pure
a child trusts my hand
love is our world’s cure
happy red tomatoes
The prompt for this week at Poet’s United Mid Week Motif is Independence.
That concept used to be so dear – now is a time when people are enslaved in so many ways.
Innocent they plead with their hands
impotent to help each one
fingertips strive to render warmth
a moment of understanding
spreads across the distance
bridged by a smile
shards of glass
empty bellies pleading eyes
Photos of last January flow
Sun shines on white crystals
Pulling on boots and gloves
The shovel groans
“It’s too cold. Can’t we wait?”
I look at today’s forecast
Last year’s high is today’s low
I can enjoy my pictures of snow
(my shovel agrees)
rub hands together
last January’s photo
The prompt at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is Shoukan or Less Cold. I confess I am enjoying above freezing temps.
What are you searching for? We are all looking for something: love, fame, a change, meaning to life. Don’t lose yourself as you are searching. Some of us do and then frantically have to find our way back. If you are a writer, express yourself and keep it fresh. If you are a painter, give yourself to the canvas. An athlete, put your heart and soul into the training. For every challenge keep aiming toward the finish line.
Simply put: search but don’t get lost!!!!
Looking for the start
path hasn’t been used in years
so many endings
I created a haibun from my very first wordpress blog post Six years ago today! Not much has changed – I like so many are still searching. If anything, the answers are more clouded and frayed. And thank you to dear friends (you know who you are) – you have kept me inspired when giving up looked like the only option.
“Seek the LORD, All you humble of the earth Who have carried out His ordinances; Seek righteousness, seek humility Perhaps you will be hidden In the day of the LORD’S anger.” ~ Zephaniah 2:3
I came home this evening gasping in awe
so fresh are the white speckles on the fawn
She looks so calm with those big eyes
Her neck twists as she watches her resting twin
bending her legs she lays on the forest floor
Mothers never leave them when they are this young
the tears caress my eyelids
tomorrow they awaken to tomorrow’s challenge
tonite they rest under nature’s canopy
so new to the world
orphans in forest sanctuary
The prompt at Carep Diem Haiku Kai is Fawn.