Drawn into the future of hope for a cure as I have become ever more deeply involved in advocacy, this poem uses mom’s favorite lighthouses to pave the path to a brighter dawn for us all.
This scene was custom painted for me by Patrick St. Pierre, a local artist at Fire Seed Arts.
Purple Dawn
I woke up with a song this morning – here it is:
Purple shores washed by the sunset of time
lighted by the beacon of hope for a cure
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As I have progressed in my journey with Alzheimer’s since mom passed, I have looked for and found ways to continue to bring hope and healing into the Alzheimer’s community. This poem is one of my first “post mom” poems written for a group of caregivers I volunteered to meet with in a program at one of the local senior centers.
This poem was the expression my own experience of caregiving that I shared with them. It is my hope it will speak to the heart of caregivers in their journeys everywhere. It came from mine.Read more »