...with love all things are possible

Believe ...

Believe ...

Saturday, 19 July 2014

Let love

Let love

(For us)
     By Cath Rathbone

Focus not
On what she’s lost
But love
What she has left.

Look not
At how her clothes
Are stained
But that she still can eat.

Step down
And look her in the eye
Connect with
What’s inside;

Less judging
Of what used to be
Will open
Up your heart.

Love’s patient, kind and healing,
Love softens and outlives;
Lean into Love, release your fear
Let Love acceptance be.

Accept her
Light is going out,
Accept she’s
Going back;

Accept that
She is different now
And ne’er
The same shall be.

Relax and
Put your stuff away;
Your rules,
Your phone, your life.

Sit quiet
And let her set the pace
Enjoy her
For her while.

Love’s patient, kind and healing,
Love softens and outlives;
Lean into Love, release your fear
Let Love acceptance be.

Love her
Who precious gift gave you,
The life
Which you now have;

Love her
Who loved you hour by hour,
None which
You can recall.

Love her
with all your heart and strength
Love for
The both of you;

Love her
With everything you have
She's waiting
In that place.

Lean into Love, release your fear
Lean into Love right now.
Lean in Love and cherish her
Let Love acceptance be.

Sunday, 13 July 2014

You're Still Leaving

You're Still Leaving

I wasn’t ready as you began to leave, Mum,
When those awful bony fingers
Began plucking out your abilities,
Your memories, and your character
Taking them one by one by one.

As if to taunt me, they’d replace one
For a minute, or two, or ten…
But then the pickers would pluck them back
Again, without a care; and
Take them one by one by one.

I prayed I could cope with it daily;
Accepting the snatchers would snatch
Again, reaching into your sacred bank
Of treasured moments, and
Take them, one by one by one.

I read and searched like Dad had shown me.
Learning everything I could, so I might be
Prepared, Mum.  Prepared for what? For my
Inability to stop the thief stealing you?
As it took you one by one by one.

The crazy thing is you’re still leaving, Mum.
The grifter telling its sneaky story, selling its ugly lie
That you’re still here but the thief waits by your side to
Plunder, pillage, rob.  You regress as they grow bold,
Taking you, one by one by one.

Where do you go? To Heaven, I bet, Mum
Like a slow version of Star Trek’s
Beaming station – and at the other end, Dad
And Grampie and Mizzy are collecting them
As they arrive, one by one by one

I’m accepting and without expectation today,
After 11 months apart, your face though older’ll
Be the same – the you I knew, will not.
Alzheimer’s, that thief, has done its job
Taking you one by one by one.

I’ll hold your hands, I’ll rub your feet,
And hug you make you laugh – then hold
Your face in both my hands, til eyes
Locked tight, I reach the well of untouchable
Love, Mum, and refill it, one by one by one.

For in the end it’s all that’s left, all that
Matters and all that mattered.  Love. 
You can’t make it, you can’t fake it and
The swindler Alzheimer’s cannot shake it.
I’ll love you for us both, Mum. One by one by one.

By Cath Rathbone