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.

Have You Ever? #submission #iamwriting #publishing

So you’ve submitted an article, a story, your masterpiece to X, Y, Z publishing. It’s your 1st, 10th, 100th…. submission.

Anxious, nail biting, calm resolve like after the first date. Will I get a call? What will I do while I wait?

It’s a good story. No Great!

It’s not the money (never has been). The story it’s one that needs to be heard. She lived it, she suffered.

Day by day, I wait to hear back. Will the publisher see the value in a woman’s suffering? It does not change the worth of the person who lived through it.

She’s Ugandan and the story embodies a time when most young women in the North were sex slaves to a guerilla army.

The story is the same…

the geography alone changes.

And women continue to survive some of the worst treatments men can inflict.

Her story will be told whether I write it or not…

The Pawn #poetry #chess #selfimportance

Low man on the totem pole

you only move one space

you live in anonymity

without even a face

*

strive against the elements

success is but a plan

each, every tiny move

one square against the man

*

a lonely and exhausting job

this game against the odds

work it’s cut out for you

like running with the dogs

*

digging into dirt and grime

strong footing in the dust

I think I can, I think I can

move forward is a must

*

little did the strong man know

wise pawns can achieve

when the king has lost his throne

supplanted then achieve

 

 

 

 

Lonely But Not Alone #haiku #reflection

A Way in the Storm 2012 Moondust Designs

broken by cold
world's storm tears fragile promise
fragrant offering called hope


Are you finding yourself alone in this mixed up world of CoVid 19? Worries swirl about your head for yourself, family, the world.

“This is my comfort in my affliction, For your word has given me life.”

~Psalm 119:50

Hang on to the two words Comfort and Affliction that form a parenthesis around the word and very presence of affliction. Trials and afflictions (doubts and pains) may not be nullified, but they are cushioned by the faithful Word of God.

Please take heart today. He is always there.
Inspired by a fellow blogger’s post: a prayer and a flower.

Out With the Tide #poetry #abuse

no one could hear her screams for help

she was underwater

he had warned her

she would not capitulate

death was claiming her breath

the doorbell rang

“not a good time” he yelled

pounding on the door

this will have to wait

limp as seaweed she rose from the pool

other woman huffed at the entry

donning scratched sunglasses

 time to grab her purse, towel and keys

she went out …

eXplanation #elderlyissues #atozchallenge

Woman with mustard pot

“Can you tell me?”

“What would you like to know?”

With Dementia we often will be asked the same questions every shift or 10 times every shift.

I find the more confused a client is the more they can loop around a similarity.

“When is my friend Felicia coming?”

“We called. She’s on her way?”

“You know I’d really appreciate if you would call Felicia to find out when she’s coming.”

“We just called her.”

“I would remember if we just called Felicia. Call her”

“Let’s wait a minute I think she’s on her way…”

For family members these loops can seem frustrating.

I try to redirect my client’s focus sometimes it works while other times it just makes a client more frustrated.

So for the explanations keep them simple. Sometimes those questions are asked as our family is trying to get a grip on the last edge of reality.

 

How do you deal with frustration during Co-Vid Days????

Image attribution: Pablo Picasso “The Woman with Mustard Pot” 1910

Drawing You #poetry #face

My first sweep of your jawline

a shade around your nose

caught on your eyes

what is happening

who knows

**

I sketched until dawn

this face remembering

then why were my lips

shaking and trembling

***

I peered deeper still

you looked back at me

what had I done

set my love free?

**

To settle on a face

the one in my dreams

Oh what a fool

to believe in such schemes

**

I continued to draw

each night until dawn

I’d lost all control

what had gone wrong?

***

Hearing a sound

before the sun rose

a knock on the door

could it be?

I don’t know

***

There someone stood

something circling his face

the man in my drawing

no turning back

I’ll have a mental break

 

When I originally wrote this I was starting to draw portraits. They are difficult. I added a little more Jekyl Hyde rather than a romantic tone.

Art: Pablo Picasso

O to be an Ostrich #atozchallenge #elderlyissues

beautiful and sleek

pulled  by the years

wrinkly neck

As women age, our eyes have lines, our hands are wrinkled and our necks sag.

So unlike the ostrich with the beautiful long neck.

The elderly need to have a good overview of their health.

But obsessing on their diseases can be a greater stress than help.

I set daily or weekly goals for each client. I don’t always tell them what they are.

For Mr. Y its 45 minutes of exercise, 2 hours out of the house and nutritional meals.

For Ms. C it’s sitting up for one hour each day. Out of bed for that time is a bonus. Fluids are a must so I will sweeten with honey if need be to hydrate her cells.

Mr. J our focus was to engage his mind with music and conversation when he was awake and to keep him pain free.

Even when we don’t get outdoors (because of the weather), I take Mr. Y on journeys through books and photos.

I’m not obsessed with Ms. C’s wrinkles but her hands still remember how to make those tiny circles as they moisturize. I obsess on reminding her muscles what their jobs are. Even tiny motions remind the Parkinson’s muscles what to do.

Mr. J spends the last few days of life remembering everything good instead of worrying about death.

When we care for the elderly we should not stick our necks in the sand like the ostrich.

We should establish an objective as caregivers.

If I am caring for family it helps me focus on a plan. Our parents/ clients sense that we have not given up.

Care giving is not an easy job. We need to remember we cannot do it alone.

We may not plan laughter into our daily objectives but it sure has a healing properties down to the cellular level.

 

Today is the letter “O” for the A to Z challenge.

 

What are you obsessing on during this Covid thing???