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 Jul 2018 Diamond Flame
Anya
Two sides
One Dark
One Light
Where there is one
Another resides
Perhaps not seen
But there
You know it
Because one cannot be without the other
Like you and me
 Jan 2018 Diamond Flame
Cné
Climbing on the bus
Not looking forward to this trip
But it meant so much to her  
And how could I predict

That it would be her last hurrah
Before she passed away
Just one year ago marks
The anniversary of that day

It was an annual trip, with her twin
They took to different cities
With a group of old church folks
They called themselves
“The Traveling Gypsies”

As it turned out to be
My last fond memory
Of my mother and her twin
Before they were stripped
Of all their memories

Alzheimer’s was their reward
They gave it quite a fight
Bed ridden in their final days
Until they saw the light

Who's to say how it will end
Or where that place will be
A gutter in the streets of life
Or home where it should be

So as I sit and contemplate
These moments I recount
I think about the road ahead
And how I’ll make it count
My mom and her twin sister both had Alzheimer's. My mom was significantly more progressed than my aunt's. My aunt acted as my mom's caretaker long after we had them both moved to a memory care facility. They both did well there for about 6 months. Then my mom became aggressively depressed and crying all the time. At that time, they both had a bad sinus infection at the same time. My mother recovered but was still crying and complaining she couldn't breathe. However doctors could not find any ailments in her. My aunt ended up getting pneumonia. While in the hospital they discovered and diagnosed her with stage 4 terminal lung cancer. She died 4 months later with the last month being bed ridden, hardly eating until she was nearly only bones and on a breathing machine. My mom and her twin were always connected in the weird twin way ... knowing things between them, beyond normal comprehension. We all believe my mom knew (not in a cognitive way but in her own twin way) before diagnosed that her twin was going to die. None of us expected her to live much longer than her twin. They both had long life forces even crippled with cancer and Alzheimer's. My aunt Lorea (other mother) died Oct. 27, 2016. Up until that point my mother could still walk, talk, eat and recognize me and my siblings. However after she lost her twin she could no longer walk requiring much more individual care. We moved her to a residential home care facility. They worked really hard to try and revive her willingness to live. It wasn't a conscious choice to give up because with Alzheimer's your brain doesn't work right. She lasted less than 3 months after the death of her twin. It was heartbreaking, to say the least, to witness. I rejoice her being reunited with her twin and my father and free of the confinement of Alzheimer's but I'm still working through the finality of it on the earthly side. Growing up as a child of twins is a blessing of having two moms (one being the cool mom ... the mom you could tell anything to .. knowing she would know how to explain it to your real mom in a way you couldn't bring yourself to do) and a sister cousin, my aunt's daughter. I had an older sister (10 years) too. So in my case I had three moms I love dearly. I am grateful to still have my sister.
 Dec 2017 Diamond Flame
Eva
It's truly
a
chaotic
thing
to
suddenly
see

starlight,
heaven,
and
everything

in someone's eyes
 Dec 2017 Diamond Flame
larissa
maybe
when you left
those scars
on my heart
i became
a beautiful poet.
my heart was too precious to fall in love with someone like you
winter coffee
l o o k i n g  b a c k . . .
now reflecting
o n  m y  p a s t . . .

passive attacks
wishing wells
emerald eyes
silent spells

spring coffee
i t ' s  s o  f a r  . . .
new beginnings
s t a y  w h e r e  y o u  a r e  . . .

listening
to what could be
watching
myself to see

summer coffee
f u l l  c i r c l e . . .
cannot wait
l i g h t  d i s p e r s a l . . .

bumpy tides
turn to gold
joyful times
we grow old

fall coffee
i  c a n ' t  w a i t . . .
time to change
n e v e r  t o o  l a t e . . .
1st draft
Deep breadth, breathe...
I try to find,
but its been lost,
for quite some time.
——
Snowflakes, fall...
in crispy air,
but not a breadth,
can I find there.
——
Tall boots, crunch...
the white below,
as four feet meet,
in foot-thick snow.
——
Dimples, melt...
into a smile,
as loose cheeks chatter
all the while.
——
Deep breadth, breathe...
Still not there.
But not because,
of frosty air.
——
Brown eyes, brown...
Now gaze in mine,
as snowflakes pause
in frozen time.
——
Deep breadth, breathe...
With ice-cold lips.
A snow globe world;
A snow globe kiss.
——
Deep breadth, breathe...
My glass life shook.
For now she gives,
the breadth she took.
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