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To raise money, increase awareness and support research for a Parkinson's cure
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Here are a few of the poems I have written about my experience with PD. I find writing helps me to process my feelings. Pat
Statistics
Statistics flow Oh no Filling my day With tales of woe Predictions of this Chances of that Telling me I will no longer be Pat Now what's up with that!
I am not a number to be placed on a chart I'm a woman, mother, friend with a really big heart If you look at a number, that's all you'll see When there really is so much more to me
Statistics don't show what will be They show only the past and They don't define me!
I wrote the above after attending a conference on PD. I was really feeling depressed and my brother reminded me that statistics don't measure the future - only the past. With today's medicine and breakthroughs, we are making NEW statistics now!
Enemy Mine
Like a ship offshore In the midst of a war My enemy waits
It is ruthless in its attacks Striking where I am most vulnerable With all my strength, I must fight back
The enemy is cold and unyielding Calculating, controlling Bit by bit my life it’s stealing
It has a luxury that isn’t mine So can afford to be patient It has the benefit of unlimited time
Nothing I do can stop the onslaught Try as I might Yet this is a battle that must be fought
Come & fight alongside me Together, we will defeat the enemy And set my body free
Suddenly
Why did our friendship change because of four little words "I AM a disease" is all that you heard not "I have a disease - It doesn't have me"
If I'm the same lighthearted person who's always been me Laughing at life, CHOOSING to be carefree If I don't walk around with a sorrowful face You think I don't know the gravity of this case If I don't "face it" the way you think that I should, I'm in denial Having been convicted by you without so much as a trial.
I have chosen not to get caught up in what might happen tomorrow I will not cast wide nets filled with deep sorrow Life is too short to fret about what might be The energy I waste worrying takes too much from me Instead, today, I'll be all I can be
It isn't denial, but a decided choice Don't you think because it's my body, I should have a voice?
Each of us only has so many minutes in this lifetime. I will not spend my minutes angry, upset or feeling sorry for myself. I CHOOSE to live my minutes happy!
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