Brightly lit
works of Art
adorn the walls.
She works feverishly
on her newest
creation,
and I sit in
wonderment
of it all.
She doesn't realize
how her passion
touches the lives
of so many.
She sits next to me
on the couch,
hands trembling,
legs wobbly,
and says,
"what do you think",
"does it speak to you"?
I don't answer,
she really doesn't
expect me to.
Side by side we sit
she leans her head
on my shoulder
and closes her eyes.
I can feel her tremor
run up her arm
and into her head
and shoulders.
It rumbles
in my heart.
I hold her tightly
and whisper,
"I wish I were
a piece of canvas
upon your easel,
being touched
by your brushes
and brightly
colored hues".
She didn't hear his words.
She had drifted off to sleep.
So he held her tighter,
blessed by her presence.
Jupiterjane
One of the worst days ever.....
Dementia Shlementia :(
Coco Dr. Laurie Mischley's PD sniffing dog.
My PD Partner will not fight the disease
Bath Bench
