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TAKEN FROM "FINDING OUR WAY WITH DYING IN AMERICA"
LINK TO SITE IS ON "HOSPICE CARE" PAGE
 
 
A few words words perhaps never before uttered can lift the burden of a lifetime of disappointment, of a shameful personal secret, of an unexpressed love. 

     In everyday words, it can sound as simple as this: 
     I forgive you. 
     Please forgive me. 
     Thank you. 
     I love you. 
     Good-bye.

 


 
 
                      "Warning"
                   Jenny Joeseph.

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
with a red hat which doesn't go and doesn't suit me,
and I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
and satin sandals, and say we have no money for butter.
And I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
and run my stick along public railings
and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
and pick flowers from other people's gardens,
and learn to spit.
You can wear terrible suits and grow fat
and eat three pounds of sausages at a go
or only bread and pickles for a week
and hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We will have freinds to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
when suddenly
I am old and start to wear purple.



ALZHEIMER'S POETRY (At this site, please click on the "music icon" in the upper left corner of your screen for each poem)

POEMS OF: Anastasia Elizabeth WitbolsFeugen (Victim of Murder)

Dreaming comes so easily

'Cause it's all that I've known

True love is a fairy tale

I'm damaged, so how would I know

I'm scared and I'm alone

I'm ashamed

And I need for you to know

I didn't say all the things that I wanted to say

And you can't take back what you've taken away

'Cause I feel you, I feel you near me

Healing comes so painfully

And it chills to the bone

Will anyone get close to me?

I'm damaged, as I'm sure you know

There's mending for my soul

An ending to this fear

Forgiveness for a woman who was stronger

I was just a little girl, but I can't go back

I didn't say all the things that I wanted to say

And you can't take back what you've taken away

'Cause I feel you, I feel you near me

IF YOU HAVE WRITTEN A POEM OR HAVE ONE YOU ESPECIALLY LIKE SEND IT TO ME AT d_j_c_c@hotmail.com I WILL BE HAPPY TO PUT IT ON MY SITE FOR YOU/OTHERS TO ENJOY.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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