07 March 2013

Of Love



Clara Dale sleeps more and more.
The Alzheimer's.

There was a time when dogs were not allowed
in the farmhouse, let alone on a bed.
Now, a stowaway behind the slipping grip of memory,
there comes a certain acquiescence,
a lenience, and a letting go.

Though the cost is high,
there is a measure of peace.








The Old Man stays ever by her,
finding light in even her dimmest of hours.
She is soft in gaze and touch,
but she finds him still with both.

I have known few loves like theirs.

I strive still to find and/or keep the simple joys.
Few things burn hotter than love and anger.
Few things overcome like sorrow and regret.
I look closely at what I come from,
at what flows both before and from me...

I balance and I weigh.

Though the cost is high,
because my price is high...
there is a measure of peace.







26 comments:

  1. Peace always comes with a price tag attached - so I've been told. Your pictures are so precious. I think animals bring so much peace and solitude to people - especially older people - one of God's special gifts!!

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    1. I wish I could take credit for the photos as that would mean I had been there... I've only edited them. They were taken while I was teaching in Houston. I agree about animals, however, and that peace comes sometimes with a price. <3

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  2. aw. jess. you poetess. love to you. xow.

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    1. And love to you, Lovely Miss Baker. <3

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  3. timely reading...
    i just came back from a night time MRI appointment with my mom
    I realized tonight that I am now the daughter of an actively aging parent. Of course I realize we are all aging...but a corner has been turned...I saw it tonight in her eyes, her unsteady walk, her uncertainty. I saw it.
    A new kind of life is starting for her and I.....

    but I indulge in myself

    these pictures are precious
    so precious indeed
    everything has a price...to every action a consequence...to every season a turn...but death is not the end, this I know and believe

    love to you tonight beautiful lady

    love and light

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    1. Love and light, Cat. Thinking of you. You'll be hearing from me very soon. <3

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  4. Precious and oh, so sweet! Thank you!

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    1. Thank you for stopping by, lady. Hope all is well.

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  5. Amazing post Jess!
    Moments of beauty amidst it all.

    I've been there too with my Dad.
    It was both a gut-wrenching and eye-opening experience to say the least.
    Sending love

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    1. I have a note to you in mid-draft. Hugs, Mash. Much love.

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  6. i've been there with my parents
    and
    i'm headed there myself
    sooner than the rest of the posse of gals checking in here....

    but i'm sure i have more time remaining.
    and so may your clara dale.
    this is something we do not know, how much time we have here on this sphere.
    that's why it's so important to cherish the moments given to us. one at a time.

    you're one sweet blessing in my life.

    xx

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    1. I would formally request that you go nowhere, ever. Save maybe here, in my kitchen over a glass of something wicked or steaming. Or in my heartpocket. That works, too. You're a blessing back, woman. Hugely so.

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  7. So, so beautiful Jess...We should all be so lucky to have a lifetime of love and partnership, surrounded by full hearts and arms to hold us. "because my price is high"...AMEN!

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    1. Shouldn't we? Shouldn't we?!!! AMEN! Love to you, Sierra.

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  8. Oh my darling girl....heart is in my throat with this one. Sending you love. xoxoxo

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    1. I love you back... Always will. <3

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  9. Your writing brougt tears to my eyes, the kind you can't keep from rolling down your cheeks. The tears of understanding...
    God bless your Clara Dale

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    1. Thank you, Nena, for reading and commenting. It means the world. I hope the tears of understanding are shed with a wistful smile of all that came before.

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  10. beautiful words and even more wonderful photos. where did the puppy come from? i can't think of anything warmer than a puppy to keep one happy. no matter what ... ok, maybe a kitten but it's the same thing. unconditional love. how wonderful.

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    1. Thank you, Miss Chris. The puppy is Ruger, my cousin's 8 week old Great Dane. We know nothing negative of dogs in my family, regardless of breed, though he shall surely be a comical antithesis to my Wilbur, yes?

      Long arms from Carolina... hugs.

      PS- Your text advice has been heeded, ma'am. <3

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    2. Jess, my puppy prince (3 yr old black lab) is called Ruger too...just had to let you know...ahhh those puppies...
      love and light lovely

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  11. <3 like this.. thinking of you and your family always!!

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  12. My Papaw had Alzheimers. What a horrid, cruel infliction it is. But she looks so peaceful and happy wrapped up with that puppy. It makes me smile.

    I miss you, Jess. I've been thinking of you often. Hope we can compare notes on where our hearts are soon.

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    1. My turn to write isn't it? I owe you an email. I'm not traveling for another month, unless Carolina calls me westward.... which I think it is...

      I'll catch up with you this week. Roadtrip ahoy. <3

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