MY LOSS
There is light at the end of the tunnel
My poems may signify loss. But not tragedy. And not just gloom. They
also find the lighter side.
They have been and continue to be invaluable to me in dealing with this whole Dementia/Alzheimer’s thing.
By remembering the stages of Alzheimer’s, how she was through each, I am reminded of how she was—and how much I miss her, at each an every stage. Bittersweet: Bitterness of loss; sweetness of our life and love together, even the differences and how they made us
strong.
This is a healthy thing.
And how she was and how she is, she will ever be for me, complete, vibrant, with a smile that made you feel complete.
So my poems have helped me through each stage of loss, and to prepare myself for the inevitable.
That is called “anticipatory grief.” Read about grief loss and bereavement at:
http://www.alzheimers.org.uk/site/scripts/download_info.php?fileID=1796
You may have to do this in two stages. This address will take you to a page where you can click on the PDF file to download it. It will be worth the effort. This will give you: Factsheet: Grief, loss and bereavement. This is a comprehensive rundown on the whole process.
Not a downer.
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My Loss
-My butterfly, my faithful friend,
my true to you will never end.
And now you’re gone,
My loss.
—
-Now you walk a different stage,
and while I try to stall my rage
I know that you’re still home,
that you are you inside,
although you’re lost,
swallowed up by a different force.
My loss.
-You leave a void each time you leave,
each stage you tread,
each step you take,
it seems that you forsake
my love.
So when you leave I’m left bereft.
I grieve alone.
My loss.
-I cherish times when we were us,
we two as one in everything.
It gives me heart while we’re apart,
and so ’til then,
My loss.
So here’s to you, my Butterfly,
you make my heart soar high;
your smile more dear than gold
and if I may make so bold,
I can never wait to see
how next you’ll make my spirit dance,
’cause you always do enhance
the being that is me.
You I never will forget.
how ever could I ever?
You give me joy,
and between us, Love,
between we two, my Love,
there’ll never be a real goodbye.
Here or there or anywhere,
you always emanated joy.
May you dance a happy dance
on every stage you tread,
and may I always be
there to dance with you.
PS:
Never were we perfect,
but we preferred to choose
the good over any bad,
the smooth and not the rough,
because the bad destroys
and good has always built us up.
So when you’re gone
grass leaves the lawn
I’m left alone
aching to the bone
I’ll remember you
I’ll deal with any loss!
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