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Poems These were written especially forMom Other Side Of Blindness....Why Oh Why?? Poems by a caregiver(Jerry Ham)

Other Side of Blindness (Written by Patricia A. Ratliff for my friend (kindred spirit) and sister in Christ....*Rita*) With dignity and courage She always moved along To do so independently Even as things went wrong Her eyes couldn't see The things we have here But within her world ..She held something very dear. For though she could not see sunlight and colors as we, She held within a Light Of Great Inspiration to me. No task was to difficult AS she would come and go Her life reached out to others .. The Lord had blessed her so. She worked away from home nothing seemed to get her down Determined to succeed As she took the bus downtown. At times she'd sit and listen As she'd get to know me well I came to admire this Lady More than I would tell. As the years rolled around, Her daughter at her side This Dear Lady's hearing left But she was not denied. For in a short span of time Her daughter learned to write braille There they would communicate As her mothers health failed. And as the curtain closes... From this life we all must leave This Dear Lady went her last mile Her daughter holding her dignity. Now she opens her eyes from sleep For she has known Jesus all along And in the presence of her Savior She praises Him for the Blessed Dawn No more in the darkness..and her pain is all at rest This Lady and her daughter To know them I felt Blessed. In Memory of Mary Bishop Who's colorful world shined Courage, Hope, Humor,Determining Strength with all dignity: From the Other side of Blindness. Her daughter Rita Howard who never jumped ship in a storm But rather became an extension of Her mothers arms and eyes until This Lady was able to step out of Pain and Darkness of this world.. And into the light of Eternal Dawn. Where the beautiful colors never fade And the roses ever bloom And the fragrance of the Lilacs fill the air of spring In God's Garden. (Patrica)

Why oh why By grandaughter Sharon Appell My mind cries out Why did God take My precious Friend Away? (In My Mind) I was thinking Where was the justice in Taking HER life? Why did she endure all the Pain and suffering during Her life here on earth? As I desperately searched For answers The mist begins to rise and Suddenly before my teary eyes The wind echoes a haunting sound as my soul felt Peace All around. (A Spirit filled message) passed through My Soul..... "Think not of me as dead But..of Me Living a Heavenly Life Free and whole Being able to see Hear, Talk and Walk with the Lord For All Eternity." Written with Love for Grandma. (Sharon)

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My dear friend Jerry wrote this the week that Mom died,He did not even know it happened I adopted this as a poem for her:+) GOD’S NEWEST ANGEL Jesus stood smiling with arms opened wide. And millions of angels were standing nearby. A brand new arrival was heading their way. And as they waited, you could hear them say. “She fought hard and long, don’t you agree? “And now she’s coming, her Savior to see.” “Lord, how long?” they were heard to ask. “Until she is here, in God’s presence to bask?” “It won’t be long” was His soft reply. “Just a few more seconds, then home she’ll fly.” The angels grew silent as they waited to hear. But there was no sorrow, nor was there a tear. Then came the shout, “She’s on her way!” God’s newest angel they welcomed that day. ©1998, Jerry Ham

Here are a few poems for Caregivers, Written by Jerry Ham: THE FACE IN THE MIRROR “Well hello, how are you?” I heard Mama say. “I hope you are well, it is such a nice day.” She smiled as she talked to her newly found friend. She nodded her head again and again. “How are your children? My, how they’ve grown. “It’s hard to believe how fast time has flown.” Her voice was pleasant, enhanced by her smile. She talked on and on, for quite a long while. “We need to go Mama, please say goodbye.” As Mom turned away, she said with a sigh, “That was such a nice lady, sweet and endearing, “I noticed however, that she’s hard of hearing.” It was funny yet sad, Mom could not have known. The face in the mirror, it was that of her own. © 1998, Jerry Ham " You do it for Love" You give of your heart,your love,and your life, to a grandparent,parent,a husband,a wife. You dress and you feed them, you clean up the mess. For months, maybe years,you give of your best. At times you can laugh,more often it's tears As you watch them decline year after year. So often you feel like there's nobody there, No one to talk with, there's no one who cares. Then late at night ,you'll sit and just cry, "It all seems so hopeless,so why do I try?" And then comes a voice,so soft and so clear, You look all around you, but noone is near. Again comes the voice,soft as can be, "You know why you try,just look and you"ll see. "You do it for love, you know that is true. 'This love that you have,will help see you through. "you're not alone,there's someone who'll share. "The burden you carry, I'll help you bear." Then in the darkness,there's a warmth you can feel, A soft gentle presense, you know it is real. As you drop off to sleep, the angels above, Echo the words...."You do it for Love." © 1997, Jerry Ham “WE DO IT FOR LOVE” “We do it for love,” Are they words or much more? Is it cleaning the house, those kinds of chores? Some days it feels like it’s all just a dream, This can’t be happening; at least so it seems. Then comes the mess, and ugh, it’s quite real, We make the bed, and yes, cook the meals. We feed our loved ones, and then wipe their chins, And for that we might get a swift kick in the shin. “We do it for love,” just what does that mean? There’s really more to it, than all of these things. It may be as simple as just being there, Holding them close and showing we care. Just brushing their hair, can bring a big smile, The first one they’ve shown for quite a long while. “We do it for love,” can mean taking their hand, And ever so gently, then we help them to stand. We stay right beside them and walk arm in arm. We may even fall captive to their child-like charm. Maybe all we can do is just sit there and cry, And hold on to their hand as we say good-bye. Why do we do it, why should we play a part? “We do it for love,” means we share from our heart. © 1998, Jerry Ham

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