27 | August | 2014

DANCING

I entered the party

I felt so out-of-place

All the people I saw dancing

I knew this was a waste

I went to the bar

I got myself a drink

I sat at a far table

Then I saw you and you winked

I looked behind me

To see who else sat near

There wasn’t anyone around

I wanted to run from fear

There has never been a soul

Who has made my heart beat race

But when I saw you smile

I felt connected to your face

The music changed its song

You got up and walked towards me

I sat frozen in my seat

Until your hand touched my knee

You then took my hand in yours

And asked me for a dance

I stood up feeling dizzy

I felt my body in trance

You moved so easily

Guiding me all around the floor

And when the music stopped

I knew I wanted more

You led me back to my seat

Then you asked if you could sit

I felt like Cinderella

Who had been lifted from the pit

We talked and danced

The hours seemed to fly

Then the party was over

We looked at each others eyes

You stood and touched my arm

Then led me towards the door

I knew this was a beginning

For now and ever more.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

Terry’s Thoughts in Poetry

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08.27.2014

Today was a little busy for me. I woke up way too early. I don’t know what this waking up early thing is, but I don’t like it. I am ready for a nap by noon. Today I felt so much pain in my shoulder and neck area. I had heard from someone on here or Facebook, that maybe using it may actually heal it, so I decided to give it a try.

I ate my breakfast and then went outside and started taking down the campfire lights. I took down my home-made clothes line. I proceeded to pull the weeds around the ramp and flower beds.

From bending over so often I got terrible heart burn. I have noticed for some time that when I bend over this happens. I assume it is age related and the muscles in my esophagus are weakening. The heart burn lasted for half the day.

Since my son has moved my yard has gone to the dogs. It looked so bad I was getting embarrassed but he came today and mowed it. My arm and neck didn’t get better. In fact my wrists are swollen tonight.

I cleaned up and went to my favorite store. It seemed to me they upped the prices on things making it hard to make any purchases. I went upstairs to the area I love most. They sell primitives, lights and candles. It always smells so good up there.

When I came down the stairs I didn’t do so well. My legs felt like they were going to fall apart. They started shaking. I was never so glad to get back on the main floor in my entire life. I don’t know if this was from trimming earlier or Parkinson’s Disease.

From reading up on PD I am learning that patients get tired easily. All I know is I don’t like any of it. Tremors drive me crazy and weak legs make me feel unsteady. I went to the grocery store because I had to get bread. I probably would have come home when I left the first store but my bread had molded. I am not eating anything with blue/green clinging to it.

When I arrived home I remembered I had started a load of wash with my bedding. I emotionally kicked myself for not putting clean sheets on like I usually do. I had left it to do later. Later never helps me. I need to do things now.

I made the bed and then laid down after putting my groceries away and I fell asleep for a couple of hours. Sleep is a nice gift for me. I don’t have to feel all the pain I feel daily.

Now the day is turning to dusk and I am watching the Walton’s. Another day ending. I made it and wait for a new day to arrive.