Inside looking out Many phases of the moon Her last loving hug
Locked in with her memories Grandma sheds a single tear
Time is most priceless possession to the elderly. So to treat them as if their time is “less than” or to prolong taking precious time away from loved ones is intolerably cruel. Instead of the elderly ”taking one for the team” let’s work together so that families can reunite and be whole again.
Wear a mask, socially distance, wash your hands. Let’s beat this thing before it is too late for your loved ones.
Seeds of love scattered Blown by winds of emotion Clouds of teargas
All we have Is a few short minutes To be sons and daughters Fathers and mothers Friends and lovers There is no color No race No nation Only humanity Let us help each other To live our best lives In peace and compassion
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #235: Rant!
You may be feeling very small and insignificant right now, powerless even You matter and you have a voice Don’t give up hope Don’t give up Don’t give up Don’t give up…
Tiny golden jewels Sparkle in cold winter light Wild beach rose
Your time to blossom will come Spring thaw around the corner
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #218: Tiny
From the moment we are born Until the moment we die Our lives are a series Of calculated risks That make life worth living And ventures worth taking When fear of regret is greater Than the reality of danger
in response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #183: Risk
Vanishing Each day Little by little Memories evanesce into darkness Alzheimer’s
Who knows when the fog descended, your intelligence It hid your secret, until you were at the point of no return
But the storm of your last six weeks could not deny the plaques and tangles, The snarled mat of mind disintegration, consuming consciousness
I was the one had to take your car keys, the doctors would not help I was the one that had to hide your guns, the police would not help
Their fear of lawsuit left them impotent So each day I would check on you, alone
Not knowing if the wind would be coming out of the north or south. Not knowing what lay behind the closed door in the darkened room
Then came the day that would last forever, what would be the eye of this storm. Your relentless desperation for a gun, wanting to die in your own bed next to Mom
Then with your wife safely hidden away in the sanctuary of a friend We began our unholy race, knowing we would all lose in the end
So I was forced to choose; there was no solace here, Standing on the abyss of unfathomable emotions
The twist of fate, the parent-child relationship spun on its head Protecting you from yourself, Mom from your delusions
Oh Freud would have a field day with this Your id isolated and locked away in all its destructive glory
At first you would not talk to me, volcanic eruptions of anger, Then you held my hand, conspiring like two naughty children
“Let me out please, I will behave” “I will say anything I have to, let me go home”
The last time I fed you sweet, cool ice cream, your eyes shined But inside you were wasting, wasting, wasting away
Sinew-shrunk; just skin, bones and confusion Fear and suffering your companion until your final
Breath
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #172: Vanishing
Dancing Echoes 
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