The Road Before Us #poetry #uganda
Looked over my shoulder to yesterday
time passed in the blink of an eye
the people and memories faded
I never bid them goodbye
I look to the left on this day
all that there is to do
wrap arms around you dear
memory’s time, make a few
I look at the road laid before me
tomorrow’s a wide open land
promise me you will go with me
orange love covers our hands
The unedited photo of Northern Uganda shows a panorama that is rich with children, mamas, papas, grandmothers, grandfathers.
Restored Poetry #archives #elderly #poetry #hospice
I am a broken, colorful
when I was alive, thriving
extracted from a beautiful
for who I am today
a relic, don’t pull 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!
Time Goes Too Fast #elderlyissues #atozchallenge #photography #poetry
moves as the sun
faster than we run
a round face with hands
a circular plan
each hour marked
never light never dark
moves without thinking
heart beat quickly ticking
a baby’s yawn
before early dawn
day on one side
ebbs the flow of the tide
aging woman, man
Takes their time to stand
there’s no rush
someone’s sleeping – hush
t i m e
it’s moving fast
history is past
chest more slowly rise
look into her eyes
one last breath
hands at rest
I think everyone would agree that the older we get the faster the hands of time seem to move.
Maybe one thing we can do is slow those hands down a wee bit.
Going back into the memory file is a great way to stop time for a moment.
I love reliving moments with friends and family – it’s always a history lesson and most everyone likes to talk about the past.
How is time affecting you right now with Covid???
People I have enjoyed reading during the A to Challenge
Jalopy #classicars #elderlycare #memories
Grandpa’s car always made that noise
leather-like seats had that smell
the doors made a special creak
chrome had a sheen
whitewalls always clean
it felt like home
<a href= “http://moondustwriter.com/2020/04/10/isolation-elderly-covid19-atozchallenge/”> The Letter I </a>
This month seems a little surreal, I thought I’d write about those cars that our grandparents drove or maybe it was your dad’s car. They took such pride in their cars. It was no jalopy.
Many of my elderly clients have a special car or motorcycle that makes their eyes shine. It might be a picture of a car they once had. My father had replicas of cars he had restored.
This part of elderly care is fun – relive good memories. Cars are an important memory for many.
Do you have any good car memories????
Thanks A to Z challenge you are classic!
photography credit: “Red Chevy” and “Green Caddy Chrome” moondustdesigns 2019
Lens of Yesterdays #poetry #memories
“Who is that?” My daughter asks as she filters through 100 year old snapshots.
“I never heard their story. I was only a child when I looked at these photos last.”
“Which side of the family are they from?” She looks for any family likenesses.
“They look like dad’s family. I’m glad these didn’t get thrown away.”
“Who is this?”
“I think it’s my great-grandfather. I don’t know much about him. I think he was a grocer. That’s your grandfather when he was a little boy and this is your great-grandmother. I think you look the most like her.”
My daughter squints her eyes to see some resemblance.
My family and their past is in a black and white capsule. Much of what remains is in a shoe box. The family farm is gone and all the antiques burned up in a fire several years ago. I want to carry forth their past but there is so little that I know.
Box of sepia prints
few faces recognized
smile covered with icing
I still hear that voice
brush away tears
people long gone
puddle in kodachrome
One of things that we do with family is look at old family photos. There are so many dialogues. One thing is a constant we continue to make memories even as we look at the past.
Enjoy the memory making with family!!
Treasure Hunter #poetry #alzheimers #elderly
a grey- haired journey
we often stub our toes
rattle our mind for memories
caregiver regular in tow
treasures we seek
but little do we find
into a treasure filled mind
seasons change as you age
digging up treasure
Look into the mind of the elderly there are vast discoveries. Sometimes there is a thin veil covering the expanse. It is worth the effort.
Can’t Afford My Memories #poetry #photography
I drove by grandma and grandpas place
so many changes hard to trace
a little girl where flowers bloom
eating ice cream by the light of the moon
music played all the seasons
I loved Rudolph for many reasons
love there didn’t need yeast
family gathered for every feast
today the house I cant afford
rich with memory’s golden cord
Responding to the prompt Afford at The House of Bailey
San Francisco Morning #haiku #SF
Uganda Montage #atozchallenge #Acholi #Uganda
Pop the bubble
passages of time
stop on the Nile
heart memories rewind
not much more can be said about this beautiful place and the people we love!
Thank you to A to Z challenge for giving the opportunity to share about Uganda and the Acholi people.