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Joanne has published more than 2,500 articles and was award recipient of the 1990 Woman of the Year for Beaver County, Pennsylvania, for her accomplishments and excellence in journalism and to the community. Her co-authored book, “Unforgettable Journey,” won fifth place in the Grand Beginnings romance contest. An excerpt from her WIP, “Unearthed,” placed her fifth in the Absolute Write Idol contest. Most recently, her essay, “Perseverance,” is published in the Stories of Strength anthology in which 100% of the profits are donated to disaster relief charities. Her most recent articles were published in ByLine Magazine, Writer's Digest, AbsoluteWrite.com, and Moondance.org. She has a monthly freelance writing column at Absolutewrite.com. Currently, she is the sole caregiver for her 85-year-old mother.

Sunday, September 30, 2007

A Tribute to My Caregiver Friends -- Reversal

Many of my online friends have lost their loved ones due to this horrible disease Alzheimer’s. My heart breaks for those who are grieving now, and I wish them much strength in their grieving process. Though our loved ones do pass and we know they are finally at peace, it breaks our hearts to see them go.

((HUGS)) to all at the Alzheimer’s site who have walked down this road, and have reached the end where there are no more crossroads to wander. May each of you hold your loved ones in your heart and may they be at peace.

Thanks to one of the frequent posters at the site, I’m offering this poem that she shared with all the caregivers. Thank you. These words are so heartbreaking, yet so true.


Reversal
By: Hannah Ruth Joseph


When she was born and helpless and innocent as a dove

Her mother held her tightly

To show her she was loved.

And when she was a toddler, her legs just sent her sprawling,

So mother held her hand to keep her child from falling.

Then as she reached her womanhood and needed room to grow,

The mother reluctantly realized…

She had to let her go.



Time has a way of changing things, reversing the roles that are played,

Now, the daughter becomes the mother,

For the mother has lost her way.



When she grew old and frail and delicate as a dove

Her daughter held her tightly

To show her she was loved.

And as she grew more feeble, her legs just sent her sprawling,

So daughter held her hand to keep her safe from falling.

And when she reached the end of life with no room left to grow

The daughter reluctantly realized...

She had to let her go.

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2 Comments:

Blogger nancy said...

how beautiful. i have tears in my eyes. thanks for sharing.

10/04/2007 10:19 PM  
Blogger Joanne D. Kiggins said...

I had tears in my eyes when I read it on the AD site, too. It seemed appropriate to share it here. Thanks again for reading, Nancy.

10/05/2007 9:16 AM