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Tag: hospice
Restored Poetry #archives #elderly #poetry #hospice
Hold me…
I am a broken, colorful
fragrant remnant
of yesterday
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Remember me…
when I was alive, thriving
extracted from a beautiful
whole
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Understand me…
for who I am today
a relic, don’t pull me
to pieces
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Cherish me…
for what I was
and what will be
of a memory
Caring for the elderly is not an easy job. The hardest part is the decline. Enjoying each day and making a memory is important for both of us. Saying “goodbye” always hurts.
Thank a hospice nurse today!
Gravel Tears #sorrow #hospice #tears #elderly
I caught up with a tear today
it was from old despair
in attempt to grasp at it
it ran away from there
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pain’s etched upon a heart
at death we cannot grasp
it leaves on wind before we know
our hands one final clasp
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I caught up with a tear today
mingled with old despair
again I tried to grasp at it
it ran away from there
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no more wrinkles from this life
we smooth your silver hair
behind you it is over now
beyond all time and care
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I caught up with a tear today
it fell with yours you see
when I tried to grasp at it
it ran away with thee
Hospice a word that says so little of the days the slip through our fingers as we say little goodbyes each day. Each goodbye takes a piece of my heart that I give lovingly and painfully.
Sands Of Time #life #hospice #poetry
I draw an endless line
I’ve forgotten where’s the start
fingers know the texture
lines drawn upon my heart
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countless beyond measure
the sands beneath my feet
a child’s toes remember
sea memories so deep
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I’ve drawn an endless line
forgotten where’s the start
at times I’ve lost all hope
those lines have etched my heart
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a hand full of grains
unbidden do they fall
a place to return to
changeless after all
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I’ve drawn an endless line
forgotten where’s the start
dreams to the four winds
poetry is my heart
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today I sketch a new life
the dawn is just ahead
new hope in the making
the sand my faithful friend
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I draw an endless line
forgotten where’s the start
fingers know the texture
lines drawn upon my heart
A dear patient passed two years ago today. Hospice is a hard world. Each caregiver/nurse gives a piece of heart. Thankfully like the sand there are many pieces. Thank you for reading…
Images Sand Meet Wave copyright 2015 & Alone at Dawn copyright 2019
Tear’s Goodbye #poetry
Each breath shallows
tentative, I hold my own
I miss his crooked smile
he soon will be going home
each given love’s “goodbye”
the tears full in a jar
tomorrow seems awaiting
too close and yet so far
penned in moon dust 