With The Morning Sun
With the morning sun …
With the morning sun http://youtu.be/Bj1AesMfIf8
Brings with it
A new eye
New hope
Renewed faith
I can smile once again
Put yesterday’s
Fears aside
Reach out
To someone
Say hello
To the ones I see
With the morning sun
I can say
Thank-you
For one more chance.
Written by
Terry Shepherd
Whispers in the morning
Dew upon the ground
Leaves standing still
No one around
Hush little baby
Don’t say a word
Sister’s walking softly
Not even a tweet from a bird
As long as you are sleeping
Your pain is resting too
These are the moments I treasure
When you are back to you
And when you wake up brother
I’ll try to do my best
To make your day go quickly
Hush little baby
Don’t say a word
Sister’s got it covered
Only silence will be heard.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
08/17/2013
When I got Al off the bus I saw blood on his fingers. The driver said he must have done it while she was driving. When I got him in the sunlight I could see he had done some heavy-duty picking to his forehead.
I took him inside and cleaned him up and finished preparing dinner. When I glanced back at him there was blood pouring down his glasses and side of his face. He had put his hands in it so I had mess number two to clean up.
This time I put a piece of gauze and a band-aid over the injured area and went back to wash my hands and continue with supper. Thank goodness it was an easy supper tonight. Baked fish with baked french fries, cottage cheese topped with pineapple. Dessert was already made as you saw from my prior post.
I turned to look at him to make sure all was well and the gauze and band aid was soaked. Now it has been an hour since he got off the bus. I felt I had no choice but to call Hospice. Upon the call I was told she was with another patient and would call me on her way up.
The office is an hour from our house. I knew it wasn’t an emergency but still he had been bleeding for some time now. Due to the fact he takes blood thinners and can’t hold his head up were making things worse.
We went ahead and ate supper between me changing out covered ice-cube patches and then the phone rang. The nurse who was to come had to go to an emergency on another patient that was struggling with breathing.
Of course go to them, this is not an emergency. Hopefully this will subside on its own. I ask the triage nurse if I could lay him down and she said yes. I changed his brief and the entire time I have him in his room he is yelling, ” I am stupid, I am a failure, you may as well toss me in the trash.”
I told him to stop. I told him that was foolish talk and it upsets me when he talks this way. He kept on going. I was forced to give him one of his emergency pills. It still hasn’t taken effect but his room is quiet.
I am going to go back and check the bleeding spot. Maybe I can tell the nurse she doesn’t need to come. Maybe the bleeding has stopped.
What we think we know
We may not
What we plan for tomorrow
May not come true
We may breathe this moment
And be gone in a blink’s eye
What we may put off today
May not come tomorrow
Live life to the fullest
Do it today
Smile and breathe deeply
Notice the tiny things
Be thankful and give thanks
Live like
This is your last moment.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
07/25/2013
The Secret’s Out
I brought in
Your favorite meal
In hopes that it would
Make telling you easier
For me. I smiled
Whe…
I brought in
Your favorite meal
In hopes that it would
Make telling you easier
For me. I smiled
When I saw you
But you never
Smiled back
As the pain was
Overpowering your
Will to live
I choked and
I swallowed hard
And after we ate
I told you the
News that it was
Going to be yet
Another month.
Your shoulders dropped
And your tears did fall
My own heart
Fell and shattered
On the floor
I held your hand
And professed
That I care
That the day
The second that
I could take your arms
And help you into
The car I would do
It. We both shed tears
Although I promised
I would not but when
Yours fell so did mine
Baby brother I promise
You it hurt me more
To tell you of this delay
You wanted me to stay
But your spirits had dropped
I sat you in your chair
And watched you drift
Off to sleep then
I tiptoed out
Whispering
I love you Bud
I truly do.
Terry Shepherd