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"EACH LIFE IS A MIRACLE THAT CHANGES THE WORLD........AND LEAVES IT A BETTER PLACE THAN IT WAS BEFORE."

Welcome to my site, POEMS PRAYERS & PROMISES ....my intention is to honor my mother and perhaps help others who are traveling the same road which we took. This will be a monumental task for me.... how do you begin to find the right words for someone who was so much a part of your life? Tucked in my heart are so many memories and feelings that may never be able to be placed on paper or in words! Mom endured the pain and loss of her very existence while carrying the heavy burden of Alzheimer's Disease. I would like her life and her rebirth to be remembered not as the end but rather as a beginning. She helped so many while she was passing through this life that I want her to be able to continue to help others now! Her spirit indeed lives on in myself and in all whom she touched while here! So begins her story and the story of those who cared for her. I hope to give information to those who are in need....so that they may know there is hope in caring and in loving!
 


Francis I. Willmart
Summer of 1998

THE AUTUMN OF HER LIFE


When I think of Autumn I think of great changes. Spring comes with the promise of new things. Life itself developes seemingly out of nowhere. It is a time of rebirth. The summer follows with all of it's glory and maturity comes to all which sprang forth from the beauty of spring. Autumn follows and the trees begin to change. There is a beauty there all of its own but we know that eventually, one by one the growth of summer will die off and the leaves begin to fall, leaving only the bare tree. Winter follows with it's cold and we await the return of life to spring forth again.

I look at Autumn as being the place where my mother is now. She has Alzheimers disease.....she was born, she lived a beautiful life and now she is in the autumn of her life. Just as the trees shed their leaves, she is also losing a small part of herself everyday. Once in a while we see a glimse of her beauty that always was....as brilliant as the colors of the leaves. When all she is, is lost, she will pass quickly through the Winter of her life and then there will be a rebirth. She will fly away to her home in heaven and there, will begin another spring. Just as the winds carry the leaves from the trees, the angels shall carry my mothers soul to her final reward! © 1999 Brenda Race

Francis was ushered into the Kingdom Of God on December 14th, 1999 by Angels who gently lifted her towards the heavens!

I wrote a poem when mom first came to live with me and I feel it describes Alzheimer's Disease as I see it and lived through it with mom. The caregiver does indeed live with it much as the victim does, for it touches all who are invloved. I hope to link you to sites that contain information on Alzheimer's. So much has been written that there is no need to repeat it all here. The sites that I am linking to are the best on the internet and greatly helped me as I walked through the stages with mom.



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   LIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT
                                                     
I don’t care if you are black or white.
I come to you like a thief in the night.
It matters not...rich or poor
I do not pretend to keep a score.

I creep up slowly to take your mind.
I never said that I would be kind.
To see you struggle with things long lost
that is my goal, no matter the cost.

Like a thief in the night I come to you.
It matters not what you shall do.
I will take away all that you once were
Until there is nothing, only a blur.

I have them fooled, every last one
and soon you will not be able to recognize even your son.
Your husband, your wife and all you knew
the words you speak will even be lost too.

I am the thief from in the night
go ahead and try to fight!
Once I arrive I am here to stay
and soon you’ll not know night from day.

To make you confused is my goal
I will invade your mind and take your soul.
For I am the thief from out of the night
to make you mindless is my plight.

To watch you die, just a little, day by day
that is what I do, that is my way.
I slowly take your life away
until you are no longer even able to pray.

You will be frustrated and afraid
but I don’t care, for I am on a raid.
Your days will not matter anymore.
And all you try to do will be a chore.

I am invisible, and deadly slow
The sparkle that once was in your eye
will slowly fade and eventually die.
For I am the thief from in the night.

Some you once loved will stand by your side
to try to help you and be your guide.
Others, we will drive away, you and I
and they will say, they can’t cope with a sigh.

And when all that is left is an empty shell,
and I have put you through a living hell,
my job will be done and I can move on.
For even your body will soon be gone.

For I am a thief from in the night.
© 1998 Brenda Race


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