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Passing

Recently my daughter-in-law’s aunt passed away at 57. Beloved by everyone who knew her she was especially fond of children and served as my granddaughters’ main babysitter. I was inspired to write this poem and was honored when it was read at her service and printed in the program. Passing It is said that when…

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Tides

(Editor’s Note: We welcome Helen, who cares for her husband, to our blogging team today. You can connect with Helen on her profile page: @storycrafter.) Like the ocean tide, grief ebbs and flows. Unlike the tide it is as unpredictable and capricious as the wind. In the night it caught me unaware: Suddenly there it…

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Summer Days

My granddarlings and I just finished our spring planting, flowers squash, pumpkins, tomatoes and we are looking forward to summer. I love the long, warm, languid days of summer, When the sun doesn’t want to leave the sky. I love to walk and shop and garden in the summer. Or sit and sip and watch…

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Who’s That Lady

(This poem was inspired by Jan’s Peter Max-like painting.) Penetrating star gazer Infinite universe trekker Annihilating galaxy warrior Searcher of worlds   Rider of moon beams Transformer of sunlight Infuser of stellar night Inspirer of girls   Rorschach colorist Glider on solar winds To find where the rainbow bends Trailblazing till it ends In spirals…

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Where’s the Key?

I read an an article the Washington Post, “MIT scientists find evidence that Alzheimer’s ‘lost memories’ may one day be recoverable.” They did an experiment on lab rats that seemed promising but said it would be quite some time before they would be able to apply anything like it to humans. That started me wondering…

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Here Comes the Rain

The weather forecasters are promising us, in the Southern California area, four days of rain beginning today. Will this finally break the drought? Will I finally be able to grow some plants? I don’t know. What I do know is: Here Comes the Rain The wind chases clouds across the sky And multicolored leaves as…

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A Caregiver’s Night Before Christmas

It was the night before Christmas and all through the night all creatures were stirring, including the mice. The stockings spun in the dryer In hopes Santa would be late Because we sure are. We’re a caregiving family doing our best To beat the clock each day As we juggle career, kids, caregiving. The children,…

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No Plan

When nothing else works Try using no plan   When I’m all alone, just sitting Without a purpose or a plan Nothing for me to focus on There’s no one in charge   But from here I can go on With my no plan for today Wherever and whenever Without any restrictions   Is this…

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Time Keeps on Stepping Stepping Stepping Stepping

I have been thinking a lot about time recently. I read that the average survival time for a person with vascular dementia is three years. My husband developed it after suffering a stroke three years, five months ago. My accountant (my son) just told me that at the rate I am going, I will have…

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I Just Saw Her

When the mother of a friend passed away, my friend said, “And I just talked to her yesterday and she was fine.” I thought that sounded like a good way to go. I started thinking about what I would like people to say when I die. I Just Saw Her When it’s my time to…

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Night Falls

I’m still trying to get out and take a walk several times a week and I like to go just before dark. It is interesting how it goes from bright daylight at 4 p.m. to black night at 5:30 p.m.. At almost 5 p.m., I was running around giving hubby a snack, trying to find…

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Welcoming the Night

My New Years resolution was that I would do some exercise every day. I have not done a good job of keeping that resolution, but I did go for a walk the evening before last and witnessed the most beautiful sunset. When I got back home, I was inspired to write: WELCOMING THE NIGHT A…

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Don’t You Miss The Books?

Ordering books for the Kindle lately on CareGiving.com set me thinking about a time when all books had pages made of paper. My husband   had large collection of bibles and religious books that took up one wall. I am also reminded of a poem I wrote some time ago. DON’T YOU MISS THE BOOKS…

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