
Jeans faded like memories.
Blue is the color she wears.
Love unravels in her pocket.
Torn smiles impossible to repair.
The buttons hang by a thread.
She won’t think to mend any
and pulls on them instead.
Take is easy rose
I can feel this
In my heart
In my hands
As Sheldon Always
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Thanks for the inspiration, darling Shel! xo
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For you and only you
can have my words
As Sheldon Always
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💋🌹
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You’re my hero. 💙
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Pat’s the hero but thank you! Can I be a superhero? ❤
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You can be a sexy super anti-hero, like Catwoman. So bad she’s good. Like that. 🙂
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That sounds like fun! Lol. I’m pretty sure Catwoman carries a whip, so that’s one part of my costume I already have. 😸
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Eek!
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Can I borrow your whip for a photobooth series, please Rose! Exciting possibilities with that as a prop. Now where can I find a naked man to complete the picture? 🦊😎
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Haha! Oh my, Kate — I shall be happy to lend my whip for your new project. When you do find that naked man, please have those photo booth pics enlarged and in color. Or even better, you may not have to get the pics enlarged if you find the right guy. 😆
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Brilliant!! 😂😂😂I really needed that laugh. 😊❤
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Great metaphor. I hope the weekend is as good as it can be
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Thanks so much, Derrick! We’re gonna give it our best shot. 🌹🦋
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I’m taken & takened in by yr lovely illustration. g.r.
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Thanks very much G.R.!
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Lovely, heartbreaking poem, Rose. I particularly like “Love unravels in her pocket.”
I’m so sorry about your friend. I’m with Derrick that I hope your visit is as good as it can be.
( I’m picturing you as Catwoman now.) 🙂 Hugs!
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I enjoy hearing which line of my writing strikes a chord with you, and value your opinion! I’m keeping my fingers crossed. Haha! Thanks always for your kindness and fantastic sense of humor, Merril. 😀🌺💋
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❤ 🙂
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I’m sorry to hear about your friend, Rose … dementia is a soul-sucker. Your poem evokes a scary-sad feeling of being lost in your own mind and knowing you’ll never find your way back.
kat
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Well spoken, Kat! You interpreted my poem succinctly. Soul sucker is an apt and tragic term. Thanks for your visit and words. 😍🌷
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You’re most welcome, Rose. 🙂
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There is no mend for some broken hearts but love still can be felt, if only fleetingly. You are a good friend my Poet. ~~dru~~
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Eloquently stated lovely Dru. I’m trying to be a good friend, but I’m also a little nervous. My husband thinks I’m unwise to have Pat spend the night, but this will probably be my last real time with her. Always appreciate your visits. 💋🦋
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It’s emotionally draining to be with a friend in pain (in body or in spirit), to be there for them, knowing you can do nothing other than the being there. She’s lucky to have you for a friend.
Beautiful, blue poem, Rose.
Cathy
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You’re right, Cathy. Watching Pat, I see the sparks ignite her amazing personality. She is so witty, but there have been moments when shadows cross her face. I can’t imagine how she must feel. There’s a constant on and off switch that’s happening in her mind. Overall, she laughs at herself and is incredibly courageous. She’s teaching me a lot of what bravery really is. I’m very lucky to have her in my life. Thank you so much! 💙
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Even in a heartbreaking situation, there are moments of beauty–I learned that while caring for my mother as her mind was slipping away near the end of her life. Some of my most precious memories concerning her came about during this time. And now when I think back, I tend to forget the bad and remember the good. That’s what Mama would want.
And I’m sure that’s what your friend would want. 💙
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Thank you, Cathy! It means a lot that you’ve taken the time to write something so moving. ❤️ 💛 💚 💙 💜
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oh I feel for you, I feel for her…it must be terrifying when you lose so much and lost control of things.
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Terrifying is the word that I’d definitely be feeling in Pat’s shoes. She’ll be 80 in November, and she’s already planning a big party! What spirit!!🦋
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It’s a difficult time… and the signal you are a true friend for her, and it’s something nice that you are there and you are going to be strong for both of you. Take care so much, Rose, in your words it seems like not but I hope it could be a change for better for her.
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You are always so thoughtful and supportive in your words, Francis. I appreciate them with all my heart. Thank you, my Peruvian gem of a friend. 💎
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This is a wonderful thing you’re doing for somewhere in her spirit she’ll remember and you’ll be inspired a thousand fold.
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It takes less energy being kind than it does being negative. I found this out early on. Thanks dear JC! I know how brave and positive you are, as well. xo
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Rose, I’m sorry for your friend. Your poem is beautiful.
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Thank you my darling Chuckie. 💋
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Even if you friend doesn’t remember much of your weekend she will remember your love, Rose. Lots of fragrant smells linked to the things you do or talk about will be a way for her to hold onto the emotional resonance of the weekend, if not an actual memory. It worked for my grandmother for a time. Lots of love to you and Pat.
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Those are lovely thoughts, Kate! We’re supposed to go shopping at this cute gift/art store by my house. I’ll see if they have a lavender sachet. Pat loves that scent. She can place it on her bedside table. Thanks a million, love!! 😘🌹
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Even things like the strong smell of freshly brewed coffee (even if she doesn’t drink it) can help. Grandma would recall things we spoke of when the same smell was around and the same people or concepts were discussed the next time around. She lived with my aunt who discovered the connection. They are both gone now, sadly. Enjoy your time together, Rose.
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I found a lavender soap she really liked. She said that lavender reminds her of her neighbor’s yard when she was growing up.
Fascinating how the potency of our sense of smell has on conjuring up memories. Thanks so much, Kate💋
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So sorry to hear about your friend Pat, Rose 😦
God bless her and God bless you!
Mo-hugs and kisses ❤
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Ah, darling Princess Mo, you are as kind as you are talented and beautiful! Thank you very much. ❤🌹
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You’re very welcome, dear Rose.
Be well, my friend! ❤
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Yes, the mind of someone with dementia unravels. An ability falls away, like a button when the last thread breaks. Then another. The text and illustration are brilliant.
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Not one knows the insidious effects of such a disease as a caretaker. These are the unsung heroes. I salute those like you who stand unwavering by their loved ones side through all the pain and unraveling.
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Thank you, Mel, my brilliant scientist friend.
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An outstanding poem and moving back story. Bravo. Your friendship with Pat will be in the now.
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Thank you, poetic penguin. 💋
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This is wonderful. Jeans faded like memories … you really have a talent with words!
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That’s very lovely for you to say. Many thanks! 🌹
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Your words shine a soft light upon a tragic circumstance.
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Your friendship enlightens me. No finer words stated. 💜
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The line “love unravels in her pocket” took my breath away!
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Wonderful compliment! Thanks Christy. 🌷🦋
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Rose, you are such a beautiful friend… just when she needs you at this sad time of her life. No words can describe what she is going through! You are there for her, just being with her will comfort her… This is such an inspiring, yet moving post. My thoughts and prayers ❤
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Your words always are full of support and light. A million thanks, Iris! Pat is one of the most genuine soul I’ve ever met. I count my lucky stars for having met her. She has taught me so much about kindness and simple joys. ❤️ 💛 💚 💙 💜
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How sad to see a friend lose “herself.”
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Yet there is so much joy in my heart for having gotten to know her. Cherish even the fleeting moments; for they can have the most potent impact.
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The analogy of life with decrepit jeans….just wonderful! I hope you had a nice weekend with your dear friend, sending prayers for Pat. Stay blessed, Rose, you are a wonderful human being… ❤ ❤
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Thanks lovely Mani! I’m sorry for my delayed reply as I sometimes don’t receive notification from WP. I appreciate your sweet words. ❤❤
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A lovely tribute to your friend. Heartfelt. It’s always sad when someone close to you is slowly disappearing.
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Very poetic and right on target, Otto. I do feel her disappearing. I’m sorry for not catching your thoughtful words sooner. xo
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Holy shit that’s rough. Much love to you Rose. Great poem too.
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Thanks Josh! I met a couple of cool people I talked with for a bit. It was rough but interesting, too. ❤
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Good good glad to hear it 🙂
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This piece was deep. Hope your friend is ok
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She’s taking it one step at a time. Thank you.
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Love this so much
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Thanks so much!
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