The Road Before Us #poetry #uganda

Looked over my shoulder to yesterday

time passed in the blink of an eye

the people and memories faded

I never bid them goodbye

I look to the left on this day

all that there is to do

wrap arms around you dear

memory’s time, make a few

I look at the road laid before me

tomorrow’s a wide open land

promise me you will go with me

orange love covers our hands

The unedited photo of Northern Uganda shows a panorama that is rich with children, mamas, papas, grandmothers, grandfathers.

Restored Poetry #archives #elderly #poetry #hospice

Hold me…

I am a broken, colorful

fragrant remnant

of yesterday

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Remember me…

when I was alive, thriving

extracted from a beautiful

whole

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Understand me…

for who I am today

a relic, don’t pull me

to pieces

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Cherish me…

for what I was

and what will be

of a memory

Caring for the elderly is not an easy job. The hardest part is the decline. Enjoying each day and making a memory is important for both of us. Saying “goodbye” always hurts.

Thank a hospice nurse today!

Time Goes Too Fast #elderlyissues #atozchallenge #photography #poetry

 

Time…

moves as the sun

faster than we run

a round face with hands

a circular plan

each hour marked

never light never dark

Time

moves without thinking

heart beat quickly ticking

a baby’s yawn

before early dawn

colors beam

time

 day on one side

 ebbs the flow of the tide

aging woman, man

Takes their time to stand

there’s no rush

someone’s sleeping – hush

t i m e

it’s moving fast

history is past

chest more slowly rise

look into her eyes

one last breath

hands  at rest

Santa Barbara bay

I think everyone would agree that the older we get the faster the hands of time seem to move.

Maybe one thing we can do is slow those hands down a wee bit.

Going back into the memory file is a great way to stop time for a moment.

I love reliving moments with friends and family – it’s always a history lesson and most everyone likes to talk about the past.

 

T2020

How is time affecting you right now with Covid???

People I have enjoyed reading during the A to Challenge

Ronel the myth maker

 

Jalopy #classicars #elderlycare #memories

Red Chevy

Grandpa’s car always made that noise

leather-like seats had that smell

the doors made a special creak

chrome had a sheen

whitewalls always clean

it felt like home

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This month seems a little surreal, I thought I’d write about those cars that our grandparents drove or maybe it was your dad’s car. They took such pride in their cars. It was no jalopy.

Many of my elderly clients have a special car or motorcycle that makes their eyes shine. It might be a picture of a car they once had. My father had replicas of cars he had restored.

This part of elderly care is fun – relive good memories. Cars are an important memory for many.

Va rooom…

Do you have any good car memories????

 

Thanks A to Z challenge you are classic!

 

photography credit: “Red Chevy” and “Green Caddy Chrome” moondustdesigns 2019

Lens of Yesterdays #poetry #memories

 

“Who is that?” My daughter asks as she filters through 100 year old snapshots.

“I never heard their story. I was only a child when I looked at these photos last.”

“Which side of the family are they from?” She looks for any family likenesses.

“They look like dad’s family. I’m glad these didn’t get thrown away.”

“Who is this?”

“I think it’s my great-grandfather. I don’t know much about him. I think he was a grocer. That’s your grandfather when he was a little boy and this is your great-grandmother. I think you look the most like her.”

My daughter squints her eyes to see some resemblance.

My family and their past is in a black and white capsule. Much of what remains is in a shoe box. The family farm is gone and all the antiques burned up in a fire several years ago. I want to carry forth their past but there is so little that I know.

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Box of sepia prints

few faces recognized

memories lost

*

little hands

smile covered with icing

I still hear that voice

*

brush away tears

people long gone

puddle in kodachrome

*

One of things that we do with family is look at old family photos. There are so many dialogues. One thing is a constant we continue to make memories even as we look at the past.

Enjoy the memory making with family!!

 

 

 

 

Treasure Hunter #poetry #alzheimers #elderly

a grey- haired journey

we often stub our toes

rattle our mind for memories

caregiver regular  in tow

treasures we seek

but little do we find

momentary peeks

into a treasure filled mind

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daily routine

seasons change as you age

 digging up treasure

 

Look into the mind of the elderly there are vast discoveries. Sometimes there is a thin veil covering the expanse. It is worth the effort.

Can’t Afford My Memories #poetry #photography

I drove by grandma and grandpas place

so many changes  hard to trace

a little girl where flowers bloom

eating ice cream by the light of the moon

music played all the seasons

I loved Rudolph for many reasons

love there didn’t need yeast

family gathered for every feast

today the house I cant afford

 rich with memory’s golden cord

 

Responding to the prompt Afford at The House of Bailey

 

Uganda Montage #atozchallenge #Acholi #Uganda

Pop the bubble

passages of time

stop on the Nile

heart memories rewind

not much more can be said about this beautiful place and the people we love!

Thank you to A to Z challenge for giving the opportunity to share about Uganda and the Acholi people.

Childhood Memories #atozchallenge

paint palette

color in the memories

painful black and white

 reality is so cold

mix the paint

makes it right

swirl acrylic

round and round

covers the hurt

helps lost to be found

color in the memories

no more black and white

cover the memories

it’ll be alright

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I’ve worked with enough children who were abused, thrown away, tormented to candy coat pain. Children have an amazing resilience to pain perhaps it’s the imagination that can erase awful memories. Just think how wonderful those imaginations are without pain.

M

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