Alzheimers the hidden treasure #caregivers #alzheimers #haibun

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

 

 

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Joy’s Smile #orphans #uganda #sundaydevotion

Goodness in those eyes

kindness in his smile

 little fingers wrap in mine

 never want to let go

God is the maker

children such a gift

may actions always match

the love I feel inside

 

I am always disturbed when I hear of children who are cast-offs. Our world has grown careless with its real treasures. We would never throw away gold, but these little ones are much more precious than any gem.

I am grateful that there are those in the world who have hearts willing to pour their love into a heart and rekindle precious smiles.

“He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them.
And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.
Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.
 And whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me.
 “If anyone causes one of these little ones—those who believe in me—to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.'”
~Matthew 18:2-6

 

Nostalgia #poetry #beaches #photography

beach shadow

memories of feet caressing sand

beaches and piers, a quest

chasing shore birds

digging for treasure

building castles in shared dreams

***

sand collapses

sun shines too bright in my eyes

you walk with another

The word “nostalgia” comes from two Greek roots, nostos meaning ‘return home’ and algia ‘longing’. However neither poetry nor politics birthed the term, rather it came from ‘medicine’. In the seventeenth century nostalgia was considered as a curable disease, like a common cold.

Nostalgia is a longing for a Place as well as for a Time.

Sharing with Poets United – the theme this week Nostalgia.

 

 

Lost Treasure #poetry #photography

monterey

where did you leave your treasure

I asked of stormy sky

the tide is quick receding

it will retreat and hide

where did you hide the treasure

beneath a shell or brook

I cannot deep go wading

or wet will be my book

where did you leave my treasure

I look into moon’s eye

 a blushing smile revealing

and wearing a disguise

where did you leave your treasure

I hasten now to look

before the sea comes surging

I’ll drown while being o’ertook

blue striations

Where did you leave your treasure???

Pirates Sign with an “X” #atozchallenge #photography #poetry

x

“X” marks the spot

where you first crossed my heart

never to be apart

since you boarded my ship

*

though the Jolly Roger is faded

overgrowth covering the hull

our cup is always full

Cabernet fills our glass

*

never to be apart

never love to stow

there are things we in secret know

treasure’s deep within

A2Z-BADGE-000 [2014]

When you use words you are able to keep your mind alive.

Writing is my way of reaffirming my own existence.

~Gao Xingjian

Look at Me #poetry #photography

boys

you cannot  measure it, I know

nor can you wield  like sword or pen

tho fingers long to take, possess

it’s elusive now and then

aspire to  greatness, it is gone

turn your back and then it stays

for those out front and thespian types

it dances and it plays

why you so eager,  trap and grasp

success within your hand

for those with truly many gifts

never see its feathers fanned

then grasp now to what you will

look at  days for all they are

for you much treasure may you see

holding life,  a child, shining star

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Today’s prompt at Poet’s United Midweek Motif is success. Is success within your grasp or do you reach for other things???