Posted in Syllabic Verse

Everyday Life

Mixed Media art, flowers, by Leona J. Atkinson

While the world is falling apart

My neighbors and I are building

Relationships, gardens, and ideas

In our little corner of the world

We are making the most of each day

That we have to build friendships and

Create beauty while we can

No not burying our heads in the sand

But focusing on the positive

And ignoring negativity

We live sensibly in unity

Praying, trusting in theLord and doing good

Syllabic Verse

Posted in Tanka

The Ripple Effect

Backyard Rock Garden

A fallen tree stump

Inspiration takes root

Rock garden springs up

Creativity of one hand

Causes neighbor unity

Tanka

I am so inspired to see the creativity that continues to grow in my neighborhood backyard. It really is a testimony to the ripple effect.

Yesterday my next door neighbor told me to come see what two other nearby neighbors had begun doing in their yards lately, and it was a beautiful creation of plants and flowers that definitely improved the property and visually brightened our total backyard landscape.

These neighbors hold me the other neighbors next to us will be continuing this theme all along the backside of our building which will eventually create a continuous stream of beauty all long the area where once there was just dirt, mud or dead grass and weeds.

It made me so happy to see, and I found tears of joy start glistening in my eyes, because all this began from a storm last year that caused one fallen tree. When it’s debris was hauled away all there was left was a small stump sticking up in the middle of our backyard. Looking at that every morning inspired me to want to beautify that area by sitting a plant on the stump and then to create a rock garden around it.

So I began. I put a plant on the stump, placed a few rocks around it and planted some ground cover. It began to take shape, and it was a great improvement to the yard. I figured it would be a work in progress as I pondered what else could go in there.

A couple of my next door neighbors loved the look and asked if they could help or.add to it and it has now grown into a beautiful centerpiece in our backyard that has spawned an outgrowth of other areas of beauty all around us as the creativity grew.

What a beautiful ripple effect!

Posted in Acrostic

Tribute to Caregivers

Hands

Comforting words soothe those

Alone in a world of pain and grief,

Reminding them someone cares.

Each day they do their best to

Give of themselves,

Inspiring others with their dedication,

Valiantly enduring their own woes to

Encourage others to overcome theirs,

Reminding people they matter,

Silently making a difference daily.

Acrostic

( poem written in honor of my grand-daughter who is a dedicated caregiver)


Do you wonder why It is hard to love a person who works with Older Adults?

We come home late and are too tired to cook.

We work extra because we know there are sick, lonely, or depressed residents who need us.

We don’t always want to talk when we come home because we have talked all day.

We don’t want to work around the house when we come home because we have moved all day and many times it is hours before we get a break.

It may seem that we have left all our caring, our hearts, and our love at work, and then come home without any left.

But we don’t tell you that many times at work we are scared.

Scared we are missing something. Scared we will let our residents down. We have to deal with angry families who only see one side, and they fuss at us when we are doing our best and following regulations set by the state.

We don’t tell you how the staffing shortage makes us frustrated and overly tired, not to mention “wearing more hats” because less people are allowed inside.

We juggle so many things at once. We love the job we do, but we are stressed and scared of what we might come in contact with – and the unknown.

It is hard to love a person who works with older adults, but know this: Your healthcare worker needs your love.

They need your understanding – your patience. They need to know that you “get it”, especially when their hands are tied concerning guidelines.

They are working with LOTS of people at one time, all day, and have many other requirements to tend to, and still have to keep a smile on their face and try to please everyone.

They have to clean, disinfect, and wear a mask all day in an already warm environment.

They wash their hands so much that their hands become dry and cracked.

They have to document. Everything.

Therefore, They need you to do the hardest thing YOU may ever do, which is to love a healthcare worker.

These workers are the “forgotten” ones in healthcare. They need your love and support.

(–Author Unknown)

Posted in Cinquain

Divinely Directed Day

Pictures of me and me friend in the 90’s

Random

Out of the blue

Actions lead to reunion

Of old friends, timely blessings,

Occur

Cinquain

I don’t believe in happenstance. As a believer I believe God directs, leads and guides our daily activities to bring about His way and will in our lives and in others lives.

Thus, the reason for my poem and the events that occurred in my life today.

This morning I, for no apparent reason at the time, decided to open up a packet of old pictures that had been packed away in a chest for years.

The package contained many memories of me and a good friend, pictures taken 20 years ago of us at work dressing up in various costumes to celebrate different holidays. Such fun times we had during those days.

Looking at those pictures made me smile as I remembered

and that led me to want to reconnect with this friend whom I’d not seen nor talked with in 20 years due to me moving away and other ways life sometimes gets in the way of people staying connected.

I did an internet search and found her husband of 57 years had passed away just two months prior to this day.

I felt so sad for her and how she might be feeling that I wanted to call and talk to her but I had no phone number for her and an internet search offered no help in that area as cell phones now offer no phone directories or ways to look up phone numbers anymore.

So I went to the only other option I could think of—Facebook—and there she was! I found her, friended her and we were able to reconnect and speak on the phone.

Why do I feel this was divinely orchestrated?

Because she said today was exactly 2 months since her husband passed and she was in the middle of selling her home and moving to an apartment and really was feeling sad and lonely. She said hearing from an old friend was a timely blessing to her day.

It was a blessing to me also.

Thank You God for bringing this about.