| Family Poetry posted January 26, 2008 |
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Jazzeree: Enduring love between parents and child
Of Comfort, Care, and Candlelight
by Mrs. KT
To families whose loved ones have experienced the effects of Alzheimer's and dementia. . .
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<<<~~~>>> Child of all our yesterdays, where have you gone? Daughter of pigtails, bright sun, and tricycles, was it not moments ago you called our names and in the night, we eased your fears, and all laughed that something would dare be so emboldened to invade your place of dreams? We lit a candle and remained there by your side fully knowing there may soon come a time, perhaps, when our cries will disturb your peaceful slumbering and we shall need comfort, care, candles, and our dear child. <<<~~~>>> |
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Jazzeree: New poetic form created by Starkat!
Syllable Count: 1,10,2,9,3,8,4,7,5,6,6,5,7,4,8,3,9,2,10,1
First and Last Words are the Same
Center Aligned
Please Note: My mother passed away this summer after a seven year battle with Parkinson's disease and dementia. Many times she was the "child," and I was the "parent." Throughout those many days, I often thought back to when as a youngster, I would awaken startled and fearful by nightmares of someone or something hiding in my bedroom's walk-in closet. More often than not, both of my parents would calm my fears and afterwards, we would laugh at how "silly" I had been to be afraid. I thought of those times often during my mother's illness - hoping and praying that I never thought her fears were silly - and that I did, indeed, provide her with comfort, care, and candlelight.....dk-t
Pays
one point
and 2 member cents. Syllable Count: 1,10,2,9,3,8,4,7,5,6,6,5,7,4,8,3,9,2,10,1
First and Last Words are the Same
Center Aligned
Please Note: My mother passed away this summer after a seven year battle with Parkinson's disease and dementia. Many times she was the "child," and I was the "parent." Throughout those many days, I often thought back to when as a youngster, I would awaken startled and fearful by nightmares of someone or something hiding in my bedroom's walk-in closet. More often than not, both of my parents would calm my fears and afterwards, we would laugh at how "silly" I had been to be afraid. I thought of those times often during my mother's illness - hoping and praying that I never thought her fears were silly - and that I did, indeed, provide her with comfort, care, and candlelight.....dk-t
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