Category: Love

Kindness and Service

Years ago, when I helped with my mother’s care, I was always alert to what might be on the floor, to guard against falls. She used a walker, and was trained by therapists and so careful. After her passing, I would continue to pick up a piece of paper in a store or parking lot, thinking of her. I would tell this story to others who observed.

We watch for opportunities to take someone’s cart from the parking lot to the store, if that seems appropriate and helpful. Karl and I shop together.

Now it is best to allow myself to be helped, and I am so grateful for the kindness and service at the stores and restaurants where we go.

We drive home on all the roads we know so well. Some might look a little bleak now. Karl wonders about new construction and keeps an eye on things. Being comfortable in a new place took time for me, and while I know sometimes over decades I needed to change, this time I am grateful I was able to stay. And feel at home. So I know I see some things differently now, than a new person might see.

It can take time for some in our lives to accept changes, as we age and/or health needs change. When the caregiver needs to retire in the sense of physical work, but always cares. I stay close to home now.

Yesterday in a parking lot, I saw a garbage can tipped over. And I knew their staff would take care of it right away. Time for me to go home. Rest, complete a post with one of Karl’s photos.

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Ellen Grace Olinger

In Loving Memory: Poems for my Parents

My parents both had January birthdays. Many years since their passings, yet I am aware of their love in a simple way. My mother lived many years beyond my father’s death. She volunteered at a nursing home and taught English at a church to people new to our country. My father was a veteran and they were both teachers.

Taking turns
Letting each other go
Only to learn again
How love grows,
Mother

love for you
became her care
until she joined you there
grief gives way to fields and wind
and now I hear your voice again

My poems were published in Bell’s Letters.

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Ellen Grace Olinger

Bible Verses and Photos

These are a few of the verses from the Bible that I quoted this year.

For a thousand years in thy sight
are but as yesterday
when it is past,
and as a watch in the night.

Psalm 90: 4 (KJV)

Come unto me, all ye that labour
and are heavy laden,
and I will give you rest.

Matthew 11: 28 (KJV)

A new commandment I give unto you,
that ye love one another;
as I have loved you,
that ye also love one another.

John 13: 34 (KJV)

Yet the Lord will command
his lovingkindness in the daytime,
and in the night his song shall be with me,
and my prayer unto the God of m
y life.

Psalm 42: 8 (KJV)

Mauthe Lake
Kettle Moraine State Forest – Northern Unit
Wisconsin State Parks System
April 12, 2019
Photos by Karl

Ellen Grace Olinger

Haiku 2019

near the garage
on a cold March day
bird songs

morning clouds
and here and there
enough light for the lily

reading poetry
some blue sky among clouds
and forsythia

everything must be
perfect for them this year
irises everywhere

summer
early sun fills
a bouquet of flowers

reading haiku
the generous new growth
of evergreens

rain and
near my window
first daylilies bloom

early morning
hosta flowers grow
above the windowsill

Saturday morning
so happy with the plants
we bought on sale

peaceful morning
a prayer from childhood
still with me

Haiku by Ellen Grace Olinger

Credits:

Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin

“reading haiku”
Daily Haiku: June 21, 2019
Charlotte Digregorio’s Writer’s Blog

Four Poems

almost dawn
small pink poinsettia
waits by the window

years
generations
stories

told
in many
ways

how love
may change
yet endures

a barge with lights
travels our great lake . . .
thoughts and prayers
for those with thoughts
of home

reading
the Christmas story
sounds
of carpenters
at work

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Poems are from my archives.

Ellen Grace Olinger

Through the Light

through the Light
of Christmas
I found my way
home

from a hospital
and nursing home
through city and
small town
Main Streets

their streetlamps
with holiday lights

as my mother
was on her way
Home

the time we shared

and still share

I wrote this poem on December 3, 2013, and added a note:

A peaceful grey day here, with steady rain.  The evergreens are so beautiful.  We are also still seeing geese flying in formation.  Spring, Summer, Fall – all so glorious.  Yet I think I love this time most of all.  Yesterday I went to Target and the brown fields had a covering of frost.  I guess whatever time it may be is the best time.   The wonder of seasons, wherever we are.

Photo by Karl – 2014

Ellen Grace Olinger

the light of many new times

This week, I wrote:

November morning
I learn the light
of a new time

And I am thinking about this on many levels. I have learned to see the art, beauty, light, faith, and hope of many new times. Sometimes I may not realize during a difficult time just how much I am being blessed. When I was in the hospital in June 2018, by God’s grace, I was not afraid and I said thank you to all who were helping me. Some things about my health are much better, and some are a work-in-progress. I accept this.

After the hospital, I thought, where did I learn how to do this? And I thought of my mother, and times with her when she needed the care and I was there as her daughter. Now sometimes too some of the medical professionals who help me are a generation younger, and I honor and respect the latest science and technology, along with daily practical advice. I can receive direction. And again, I think, where did I learn how to do this?

And again, my mother, most of all. And many other artists and writers, here and in print, over many years. Grateful for all, and all the generations.

Lots of life chapters, by God’s grace, and new light to learn always. Daily dedication and small steps. So much gratitude.

In many ways, I have always been an old soul, and so am comfortable amidst life’s challenges. I work to be independent – with so much support from Karl – and if I need more care some day, some year, I will look for the light there as well.

The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
he leadeth me beside the still waters.

Psalm 23: 1–2 (KJV)

Thank you,
Ellen

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