Category: Chronic Illness

short poems

losses in life
low setting sun
through branches of trees
now rises again
as birds quietly sing

new day
in my older life
sun on evergreens

new day begins
ribbon bookmarks
from beloved books
rest on the wood shelf

reminding me
to love each day
one gold leaf
on the birch tree

autumn leaves
the caregiver finds time
to rest

“autumn leaves” was the Daily Haiku for August 14, 2019.
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Poems are by Ellen Grace Olinger.

Acrostic Poem for SEASON

 ilence
E  nlivens
A  nd
S  olitude
O  pens
N  ew thoughts

To everything there is a season,
and a time to every purpose
under the heaven . . .

Ecclesiastes 3: 1 (KJV)

SEASON is one of the poems from Quiet Christmas Poetry, which is both a site and a large print chapbook.

two haiku

all that has happened
since the last time they bloomed
lilacs

both joy and grief
over years of lilacs
hope for many more

today

some days

some days
I read a poem
and seem to
understand

other times
I reread and
then I may
understand

and years later
see something new

This week, I am rereading Eye of the Beholder: Poems, by Luci Shaw (2018, Paraclete Press).

The language arts are an ever-growing source of inspiration. Sometimes it is good to simply “hear” a favorite author’s voice. A book may have been with you during a difficult time, and now you understand in another way. Luci Shaw is a generous writer. I gave a few of her books to one of the four places where I received care in 2018 and 2019. Now my care is at two places. And home, with Karl. The goal is to maintain progress.

We have to be patient during this time of COVID-19. Karl follows the science regarding progress for a vaccine. We are following directions!

Please see Luci Shaw The Official Website, if you would like more information. I look forward to her new book later this year.

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Memory, Beauty, Hope

When we began this blog in December 2009, and the first years here, I reflected often on the caregiving years with my mother. I am so grateful for those years.

One of the many things I learned was to look for beauty. Those lessons still apply today. We may have been in a hospital room – and look at the autumn beauty. We were near where my mother taught for years. She knew.

Two poems from my archives, in loving memory and gratitude:

another year
has passed since
my mother’s passing
I sit and quietly read
a book she would like too

country cemetery
trumpet vines
growing taller
than the gravestones

“country cemetery” was published in Time Of Singing, 2012.

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Poem

schedules, different
places and times

seasons vary,
ages, art forms

I look at my emails
and WordPress reader

blogs I have followed for years
and new blogs this week

and my archives – the times
I had to be away – and then
could post again

in my own small way
I know how day-to-day
recovery can be
and needs to be

time has to go by
and careful follow-up
instructions to honor

now I am older
and life can be better
and life can be so hard

and art grows too
and life can be better
once again over time

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Ellen Grace Olinger