Receiving hospice or palliative care
This was a poem on a card to Emilee (from her mother), in which her mom wished her strength to endure. I thought it might be helpful and hopeful. I think of the roots in this poem, as your love...it is strong, deep rooted, and your love will be here as you survive after cancer, or live with cancer, or when cancer takes your body, or that of a loved one
The Oak Tree…. A Message Of Encouragement
A mighty wind blew night and day
It stole the oak tree’s leaves away,
Then snapped its boughs and pulled its bark
Until the oak was tired and stark,
But still the oak tree held its ground
While other trees fell all around.
The weary wind gave up and spoke,
“How can you still be standing, Oak?”
The oak tree said, “I know that you
Can break each branch of mine in two,
Carry every leaf away,
Shake my limbs, and make me sway.
But I have roots stretched in the earth,
Growing stronger since my birth.
You’ll never touch them, for you see,
They are the deepest part of me.
Until today, I wasn’t sure
Of just how much I could endure,
But now I’ve found, with thanks to you,
I’m stronger than I ever knew.”
I hope this gives someone strength to go on, to live, to love, or to let go...to have comfort in knowing that if a loved one has left their body, that they leave a legacy in you, in the earth, in the hearts they touched. Those not here still stand tall in our hearts, and those that ARE alive are worthy of our awe, our encouragement, our touch and our love. Those that are ready to let go...we will give your love to the world.
Loosely based on a Hebrew prayer, after attending service at a synagogue after 17 years
To my dearest love,
Do not hold my love tightly when I have gone
Give it to the frail elderly and to children
Share it with others who are in need
Do not keep it tightly bound in your arms
But let it shine forth from your heart and in your eyes
Open your arms and give it away freely
In this way, my love lives on
In this way, you honor my living
and celebrate my life.
Instead of merely mourning my death
Embrace others firmly and give my love away
unrequested hugs, especially when I am body slammed at a full run (she is amost two years old), with pure enthusiasm and mischief, prompted this:
Grandchild who are you
That can make joy spread and vibrate
In each cell that is my body
How do your eyes
The faces you make
Keep me wrapped around your finger
Your marvel at the world
Is wonder and pure emotion
Your smile is healing to my soul
When you hug me all on your own
Right then I am lost in you
And found at the same time
Purely present in that blissful moment
Emilee loved the feel of sunbeams on her face, whether in the house or in the car, the warmth of the sun gave her comfort, and some morsel of serenity
It Began with Sunbeams
Lying in my bed
Sunbeams on my face
Sensing your presence
Telling me it’s time
To greet a new day
Birds singing here a gleeful, there a melancholy tone
Melodic mentions of sound intentions
Nature's orchestra plays on
luring my heart strings to be strummed
Gently hush the voices
Playing inside my head
Grow quiet to listen
to the symphony that surrenders me
Winning me over
A captive patron of the arts
Oh Great Mother,
Soothe this vessel that suffers,
With the comfort of your voice
For some reason, waterworks from my eyes come easily the last couple of days. And no, I don' think it is just my allergies ...and I would put a smiley face here, with its tongue sticking out...if I knew how to
Spring Showers From My Eyes....
maybe it means I am starting a new phase
of living on this earth,
rising from the ashes
trying to find what I am worth.
as does the phoenix,
that emerges from the fire,
choking and with tearing eyes
as it struggles to inspire.
if I have learned anything
in the last ninety days,
maybe it is that I just need
to embrace what I am feeling,
and go with it
as it plays.
but, in the meantime,
that leaking faucet can't seem to control its pace
turn off that faucet
that is leaving salt tracks down my face.
I know Emilee must have her arms 'round me,
and is holding me nice and tight,
and most of the time that's all I need
to make me feel all right.