The Serenity Prayer
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can; and wisdom
to know the difference.
Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the
pathway to peace;
Taking, as He did, this sinful world as it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will
make all things right if I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life and supremely happy with
Forever in the next. Amen.
Atrributed to Reinhold Neibuhr
Blessed are they who understand
my faltering step and shaking hand.
Blessed, who know my ears today
must strain to catch the things they say.
Blessed are they who seem to know
my eyes are dim and my mind is slow.
Blessed are they who looked away,
spilled my tea on the cloth that day!
are they who, with cheery smile,
to chat for a little while.
are they who know the way
to bring back
memories of yesterday.
they who never say,
told that story twice today!”
are they who make it known
loved, respected and not alone.
blessed are they who will ease the days
my journey home, in loving ways.
I expect to pass through this world but once. Any good
therefore that I do, or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect
it, for I shall not pass this way again.
Attributed to Stephen Grellet,
but others have expressed the same thoughts through poetry.
An Anonymous Poem
When I spill some food on my nice clean dress
Or maybe forget to tie my shoe,
Please be patient
and perhaps reminisce
About the many hours I spent with you.
When I taught you how to eat with care,
tying laces and your numbers, too,
Dressing yourself and combing your hair,
Those were precious hours spent with
So when I forget what I was about to say,
Just give me a minute - or maybe two.
It probably wasn't
And I would much rather listen just to you.
If I tell the story one more time,
you know the ending through and through,
Please remember your first nursery rhyme
When I rehearsed it a hundred
times with you.
When my legs are tired and it's hard to stand
Or walk the steady pace that I would like to
Please take me carefully by my hand,
And guide me now as I once did for you.
It's A Long Goodbye
She's leaving me, little by little, I wish she wouldn't go.
I will be there as
long as she needs me. How do I let her know?
I'd like to hold on to the memories, I'd also like to share.
further away, getting further away. And yet, she's
It's a long good-bye, and yet I believe that she can sense us.
So much time between now and
then, when it's time against us.
There are times she almost seems like herself.
Sometimes it's just a phase. A part of the person I once knew,
and sometimes just a trace.
It's a long good-bye and still I don't know just what to say.
There's so much time between now and then,
she goes away, a long good-bye.
Tell me how do all the others do it? There's so much time between now and then.
How do we get through it? It's a long good-bye.
Cited in Midlife Orphan by Jane Brooks, Berkley Trade, 1999, pgs. 47 –
Walking, working, barely breathing
My thoughts, far away
aching, mind racing
Sleep does not come easily, nor last long....
I Can Stop One Heart from Breaking
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
Your life was full of loving deeds,
Forever thoughtful of our special needs,
Today and tomorrow,
my whole life through,
I will always love and cherish you.
love me in December as you do in May,
Will you love me in the good old fashioned way?
When my hair has all turned
Will you kiss me then and say,
That you love me in December as you do in May?
Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850) English Poet
Then, sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song!
And let the young lambs bound
As to the tabor's sound!
We, in thought, will join your throng,
Ye that pipe and ye that play,
Ye that through your hearts to-day
Feel the gladness of the May!
What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith
that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
As I have written in other
places on this web site, I have a love-hate relationship with poetry. Saccharine poetry rings insincere to me yet I have
found comfort in some verses. Taking care of a loved one is rewarding and challenging. Both of these statements demonstrate
the emotional roller coaster ride of family care giving: joy and sorrow, passion and indifference, faith and despair, or loving
the family member while hating the situation.
For me, the experience of care giving required me to practice holding opposites: A gray neutral area
was born that gave me the capacity to tolerate ambiguity and uncertainty about my feelings and my loved one's condition. When we accept that we are imperfect, we realize that we are capable of both positive
and negative thinking about the same person or situation. By acknowledging the natural light side/dark side of our dual natures,
we stop sabotaging our own efforts and learn to be compassionate with others and with ourselves. We are only human after all.
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