changes

 

 

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every day, taking care of a parent,

day in, day out, becoming drudgery at times,

takes a lot of patience and energy, no doubt,

the caregiver healing too, 

as life gets rearraged, inside and out,

then the day dawns, and mom or dad passes,

life suddenly has open doors, 

seemingly by the masses,

how can something so full of challenges

leave you so empty?

no deliveries at the door, no call bells, it's eerie,

a void of uncertainty fills the home, and you can't see,

how your life, once so tethered down, doesn't now, seem free,

but this is the journey of how experiences leave seeds,

that live on long after you become familiar with any deeds,

new neural pathways, can assist new growth,

loss, even after mourning, brings more difficulties,

but it also can teach new ways to cope.

 

 

4:47 PM 7/10/201 ©

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

about how doing new and never before done things can help after a loss of any kind.

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cevance's picture

Very accurate...Something

Very accurate...Something many are familiar with.

nightlight1220's picture

yes...especially now during a

yes...especially now during a time in America when we have a large population of seniors who need us!!

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

bishu's picture

Truth truth truth all the way

Truth truth truth all the way. So very right. As a reader I can feel the unhappiness in the well-chosen words though I am no big conoisser of poetry. I savoured it.


©bishu 

 

nightlight1220's picture

thx, bishu. i work everyday

thx, bishu. i work everyday with family members who sacrifice their all for a sick family member...and they give me much admiration and strength --- love and belief in the human race. i am truly blessed and honored you were moved by this. 

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "