Poem for my FIL (religious)

May flowers

When the roads to your memories became blocked,

and this disease hid you away,

the father and grandfather as we used to know

was slowly fading away.

 

A man of few words, became the man of no words,

with recollections all askew,

but when you couldn’t talk, we became your voice,

because, when you couldn’t see us, we saw you.

 

We told you your stories and held your hand,

and reminded you of what was true.

When you couldn’t remember, we understood,

because, when you didn’t know us, we knew you

 

Sometimes you were afraid, sad, or angry,

and it sometimes left us wounded and blue.

When you fought our efforts to help you, it’s okay,

because, when you couldn’t love us, we loved you.

 

We fed you, and bathed you, and kept you safe.

We became your hands, your feet, your will.

It wasn’t that we have some special ability.

It’s because you are made in God’s image still.

 

We didn’t love to get a return,

But we did cherish every smile, every hug, every song

that you expressed when you could.

Those glimpses helped us carry on.

 

God knew you before you were born,

and he knew you in dementia’s storm

He was with you as you breathed your last,

now he sees you, healed, at the throne.

 

So, take heart, all who suffer,

because we all have some burden to bear.

Even when we feel lost or far from God,

he is still, always there

 

He knew us before we knew him.

He loved us before our first breath.

He sees us when we feel blinded

And he will welcome us home upon death.

ladyzetta

((Dear May))

That was beautiful. Big Hugs to You. Thank You for Sharing.  Zetta 

Joydean

Thank you so very much for sharing!! A very beautiful message and so much from your heart. It sure touched mine. God bless you and your family. 

Iris L.

Thank you for sharing your comforting poem.

Iris

Mint

Thank you for sharing.

mommyandme (m&m)

Thank you for coming here and sharing even more of your heart! I hope you and yours are feeling some comfort and peace, Im thinking you are hopefully,  since reading your poem that’s filled with love and peace. 

Thank you, thank you, thank you! 

toolbeltexpert

Thanks May Flowers. I have been thinking alot about how God goes with us thru this storm. Very nice.

Stewart

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Beautiful.