Alzheimer's Apocalypse

Our youngest daughter
lost her bestfriend today
And it happened
in such a peculiar way…

It wasn’t in an accident
or by some strange death
No, it was an unknown specter
that perpetrated this theft…

Of a mind and soul
from a man so vibrant, caring and sweet
Who’d go that extra mile
just to make your life complete

And as we watched
this gradual unwelcomed decline…
We kept the hope and prayed
for God to restore his mind…

Now with all that’s been said and done
he seems so much worse
And at times I’ve often wondered
is this an ancestral curse?

That befell someone
so unselfish, kind and true
Who worked all his life
and should be facing life anew…

But instead is lost
in the recesses of his mind
With seemingly no way out
from this Alzheimer’s kind

Yet we are still holding on
with the faith to believe
Our prayers for his healing
can still be achieved…

As long as God blesses
him with another day
Who knows that healing
just might come his way.

© c.f. leach, 2021

 

WHAT IS LOVE?

What is love?

A floating mist

of an untold kiss

What is love?

Teary eyes

in melcancholy skies

What is love?

A secret embrace

that’s hard to erase

What is love?

A heart that’s broken

now memory’s token

What is love?

A newborn baby’s smile

that made all the pain worthwhile

What is love?

Two people walking together

inspite of the weather

What is love?

A hug from a true friend

when you’re at your wit’s end

What is love?

A feeling of mind

that blesses all mankind

What is love?

A mother’s prayer

protecting her child anywhere

What is love?

A sudden epiphany

that explains God to me

What is love?

All of these things

from which somehow comes change…

That is love.

© c.f. leach, 2021

 

Time

by C.F. Leach

Time is more precious

the older you get.

Your thoughts now monumental

and so are the regrets

Too late to start over

as you muttle along

What did I do right?

What did I do wrong?

Sorry for the way

your time was spent

Time to make it right…

need to repent

For wasting a gift

that was given to me

Being too self-absorbed

I could not see…

It was much wiser doing for others

instead of myself

Herein lies the true victory

Herein lies the true wealth

For no matter what you amass

on this terra, this chaotic earth

Is not the measure

of your true self-worth

And it is so sad

we’re just not able to see

The things that are real

were so deceptively…

Hidden like some secret

in a mystery film

That can only be explained

in the Heavenlies Realm

Of the One Who created

this lifelong test

When upon our arrival

we will know the rest.

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Especially For Grandmothers

In honor of Mother’s Day and in memory of my grandmother, Mrs. Edna R. Washington and grandmothers all over the world we dedicate this poem. For those of you who are blessed to still have your grandmother with you, please do not fail to let her know she is loved. It is so important. Time is marching on and in light of the world’s circumstances, none of us know what will be from one day to the next. Send her flowers while she is still with you. Skype, call, send a card or an email. Just let her know.

Grandmothers
by c.f. leach

Grandmothers are a kaleidoscope, the sum of all good things;

Your wonderful childhood memories come from all the joy she brings.

Picnics in the park, a walk at the zoo;

All that she’s done. So loving kind and true.

Always reminding you of what is right and wrong;

Teaching you in life you must endure and be strong.

Worrying and praying as you begin to grow;

Setting a shining example just for you to know.

Wiping away the tears when you’re afraid and in doubt;

And constantly reminding you that “God will work it out.”

Someone you always miss and are always glad to see;

Without grandmothers in this world I wonder how life would truly be?

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