Your steps forgot their way,
your strength forgot its name.
But love refused to sway
as Parkinson's laid claim.
I lost you day by day,
and miss you just the same.
The Final Descent
He is making the final descent,
from a long, turbulent Parkinsons flight.
Flown across many days,weeks,months,years and time zones..
Dim now the cabin lights.
Watch the stars flicker on the runway below;
As the wheels of life kiss the ground one last time.
The last conversion has been kicked.
The final kilometre kite is in sight.
The last call to,take the strain and pull,rings out.
The Drumlin hills bow their heads in respect.
Siochs, full with winter rains,flow in silence.
Leaves,on the fairy tree rustle at half mast.
The sun,dances one last ray across Windy Harbour;
as dusk comes dropping slowly.
A red sky, sinks into a western glow
As the shepard settles,one last time, into a peacful sleep..
sits alone
Parkinsons got him
ex-athlete
The Undefeated
Tyson Fury he's a man,
If he says he'll do it, you know he can,
He Has been down, but never beaten,
He can never be accused of cheate'n
He has risen like the Pheonix,
Many times before,
His battles have been many,
But he finally won the War.
His biggest fight is with himself,
He is both, Protagonist and Referee,
He will not be left upon the shelf,
His inner fight has set him free..
He is an inspiration,
To all of thosewho Share,
A lack of motivation,
Or a need for special care.
CassiusClay, aka' Mohammded Ali,
Did rather well ,like Tyson Fury,
His biggest fight , was a neurone disease,
'Parkinsons' does not, leave one at ease,
There were times ,Tyson felt rejected,
Not undewrstood, or respected,
But a new Tyson Fury was unfurled,
Retiring undefeated, 'Champion of the World.'
Y. O. P. D.
No one ever expects to hear the words
*you have an incurable disease …
It's not going to kill you in the next few years
But life as you know it will never be the same *
YOPD
Sounds like ìt could actually be quite fun
But sadly Young Onset Parkinsons Disease
Is not quite the party one might think it would be.
What is the cause?
No one seems to know
Apparently it’s not something you did or didn't do ..
The good Lord however decided that this is for you
Will this define me?
Hell no...not a chance!!!
It won't be Parkinsons Disease who has me
It will be me who has Parkinsons Disease
Is it the drugs or is it the disease?
That's slowly drowning me in the deepest of seas..
The everyday battle, I fight with each breath,
has become overwhelming, I'm out of my depth.
I feel it now, I'm losing this war.
I'm nowhere near as strong as I was before.
It's not just physical, it's mental too,
this disease will win but I always knew.
To fight so hard, every minute,, every day,,
shortens time, in its own unique way..
Like a boxer, tired, waiting for the bell
but there is no next round in this continuous hell.
Although I will lose, of this I am sure,
there might soon be a cure through the next door
Year of the Acorn
(For my Father who
has Parkinsons &
Alzheimer's)
22/12/12 21:21
pm
Out on a winter walk
one day
you solemnly put an
acorn into my hand.
Something in my head
whispered
"Keep it safe
and he'll be safe".
I kept it to this
day.
Year one.
One candle on my
cake,
burned into my
mind's eye forever.
You took a
photograph
to keep me in the
picture.
Year four.
My sister arrived in
the world.
You took me to feed
the swans.
Back home
she greeted us with
screams.
I fled, covering my
ears.
Year thirteen.
Mother told me the
facts of life.
You kept well out of
it.
Year nineteen,
A disco at the end
of a long, quiet
road.
You always drove me
safely there and
back.
You were judge and
jury
of all boyfriends.
Year twenty three.
You gave me away
to the best
boyfriend of all.
A montage of eras
replay in the bright
lens of memory
till the year of the
walk
and the acorn.
And I kept it safe
so you'd be safe,
only now it looks
cracked and old;
not quite like an
acorn
and you are not
quite like you.
Why do you stare .....
Stare at me?
Step a little closer
then you might just see.
Was it my shuffling?
That made you look fast
or was it my stumbling
when I walked past?
Whichever it was,
I truly don't care.
Walk a mile in my shoes,
I beg you, I dare.
I shake and stumble
with every move I make.
Hard to swallow ....
these pills I take.
For I have Parkinsons,
yes, it's true
but, as rude as you are,
I wouldn't wish it on you!
Was so excited to hear some news
From our dear friends Lynda and Al
About to embark on an exciting cruise
What could possibly go afoul
Lynda's had Parkinsons for many years
Needs a wheelchair to get around
Al was faithfully pushing her along
A bump and Lynda went down!
Tragedy struck without any warning
Ninety minutes aboard the ship
Landed on her arm breaking her wrist
Put an end to their exciting trip
Imagine all the pain Lynda endured
As if she hasn't suffered enough
X-rays showed her wrist was shattered
Recovery was going to be tough
Some people happily dance through life
As healthy as all get out
Others are prone to great misfortune
To Lynda that's what life's all about!
© Jack Ellison 2013
my father loved war movies
not so groovy
war is hell
the bell tolls for me
he watched ww ii movies
the watch
darkened sky
death is nigh
why do we march to death
march winds
his father ww I vet
i never met combat, but i was in, the army
war marches on consuming us all
fight we must
darkened sky
new day will dawn bullets be gone
my father was in, navy
he fought cancer too
brave man
mom fights parkinsons
wars
will we ever be free
i cannot see, for me
wars
the parkinsons disease sat next me.the flower,oh so still houred,do we kill?crazy
flower,it always ask the time of when we kill.its not up to me,its a sharper
image.damage done,i be gone,left alone to moan.a phone and a book left by a
crook.someone's calling,come look.
this is my tribute to randall edson
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