Of Comfort, Care, and Candlelight
Jazzeree: Enduring love between parents and child65 total reviews
Comment from Nanette Mary
Hullo Mrs. KT .....
This is really very beautiful and I am sure that many of your readers will identify with what you have written.
There is nothing that I would suggest changing and I thank you for sharing these thoughts with us.
It is my pleasure to award you the 6th star.
With love from ............. Nanette Mary.
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Hullo Mrs. KT .....
This is really very beautiful and I am sure that many of your readers will identify with what you have written.
There is nothing that I would suggest changing and I thank you for sharing these thoughts with us.
It is my pleasure to award you the 6th star.
With love from ............. Nanette Mary.
Comment Written 27-Jan-2008
Comment from Mountainstar2
This is a very lovely thing to write about. It is filled with heart-felt emotion. A poem that I know from experience comes straight from the heart of the poet...
Bless you for seeing your Mom is taking care of. Often in my line of work I see these things happen. A caring loving Mom, now gone on to whatever exists in her life. It's a very sad thing to have happen in ones life.
It's so hard to see your loved ones suffer through this life. But one day there will be no more crying, or pain...
Blessings for sharing this lovely, and sad poem with us here...
MOutainstar2...
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This is a very lovely thing to write about. It is filled with heart-felt emotion. A poem that I know from experience comes straight from the heart of the poet...
Bless you for seeing your Mom is taking care of. Often in my line of work I see these things happen. A caring loving Mom, now gone on to whatever exists in her life. It's a very sad thing to have happen in ones life.
It's so hard to see your loved ones suffer through this life. But one day there will be no more crying, or pain...
Blessings for sharing this lovely, and sad poem with us here...
MOutainstar2...
Comment Written 27-Jan-2008
Comment from Red Heart
A very moving write KT.
As we mature from child to adult we are often called upon to be a parent to the parent when they take on childlike ways. This can turn into a true act of love.
Red Heart
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A very moving write KT.
As we mature from child to adult we are often called upon to be a parent to the parent when they take on childlike ways. This can turn into a true act of love.
Red Heart
Comment Written 27-Jan-2008
Comment from Wendyanne
Hi Mrs KT. This is such a beautiful poignant piece of well written poetry in Starkat's jazzeree style. I work with people with dementia so I see how families can be affected by it. Well done
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Hi Mrs KT. This is such a beautiful poignant piece of well written poetry in Starkat's jazzeree style. I work with people with dementia so I see how families can be affected by it. Well done
Comment Written 27-Jan-2008
Comment from Phill-Phonics
Very sorry about your mother. My father-in-law had alsheimers and I can relate to your experiences. He eventually died of cancer before his condition got too severe. This was a very well crafted Jazzeree.-Phill-Phonics
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Very sorry about your mother. My father-in-law had alsheimers and I can relate to your experiences. He eventually died of cancer before his condition got too severe. This was a very well crafted Jazzeree.-Phill-Phonics
Comment Written 27-Jan-2008
Comment from Just2Write
Your poem was so touching to me. My husband and I went through that time of passing much as you did. His father had the Parkinson's. His mother the dementia. Both had nightmares and were afraid of what death would mean for them. How often I thought of how as parents they must have worried over their son's nightmares as they nursed him though polio and the terrors of childhood, and how, now it was his turn to be the parent, "The child is father to the man." I never understood that line of poetry until we lived through that. Excellent write. 2Flower.
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Your poem was so touching to me. My husband and I went through that time of passing much as you did. His father had the Parkinson's. His mother the dementia. Both had nightmares and were afraid of what death would mean for them. How often I thought of how as parents they must have worried over their son's nightmares as they nursed him though polio and the terrors of childhood, and how, now it was his turn to be the parent, "The child is father to the man." I never understood that line of poetry until we lived through that. Excellent write. 2Flower.
Comment Written 27-Jan-2008
Comment from jamdownjenny
I thought this was just such a moving tribute to your mom, it is a pity she did not live to hear it, but then again, she wouldn't have understood it. It is such a shame but it is the order of life that those of us who are fortunate or unfortunate enough to live to that age go through a second childhood. It is hard to see a parent who is usually a stalward and a constant in your life reduced to such indignity, and it takes away from their selfesteem. You seemed to have been a good and loving dauthter who tried to allay her fears.
Thanks for that and for posting such an emotional piece. the style makes it even more remarkable,
Keep on writing and posting,
jamdownjenny
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I thought this was just such a moving tribute to your mom, it is a pity she did not live to hear it, but then again, she wouldn't have understood it. It is such a shame but it is the order of life that those of us who are fortunate or unfortunate enough to live to that age go through a second childhood. It is hard to see a parent who is usually a stalward and a constant in your life reduced to such indignity, and it takes away from their selfesteem. You seemed to have been a good and loving dauthter who tried to allay her fears.
Thanks for that and for posting such an emotional piece. the style makes it even more remarkable,
Keep on writing and posting,
jamdownjenny
Comment Written 27-Jan-2008
Comment from judybonin
this is an excellent write. the sentiments were moving and the presentation was beautiful. i cant believe how you did that complicated syllable count as well. it all comes together with the authers notes. what a loving daughter you are. and a beautiful tribute to your mom.
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this is an excellent write. the sentiments were moving and the presentation was beautiful. i cant believe how you did that complicated syllable count as well. it all comes together with the authers notes. what a loving daughter you are. and a beautiful tribute to your mom.
Comment Written 27-Jan-2008
Comment from HalfHoff
I am just amazed and soooo jealous of how this format by star has taken root here ... I can barely remember my phone number ... let alone 20 different sillibelle lines ... I bow to thee and thee and thee ... Excellent. Lea Ann
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I am just amazed and soooo jealous of how this format by star has taken root here ... I can barely remember my phone number ... let alone 20 different sillibelle lines ... I bow to thee and thee and thee ... Excellent. Lea Ann
Comment Written 27-Jan-2008
Comment from daizylublue
I don't know if it's PMS but this poem got me teary. Very beautiful. What a good daughter you are. The ebb and flow of life is strange. My mom is older and the family has a history of dementia. I try not to think about her being anything but "MOM." If that does happen I will have to hold close the memories of her comforting me. Great job.
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I don't know if it's PMS but this poem got me teary. Very beautiful. What a good daughter you are. The ebb and flow of life is strange. My mom is older and the family has a history of dementia. I try not to think about her being anything but "MOM." If that does happen I will have to hold close the memories of her comforting me. Great job.
Comment Written 27-Jan-2008
