Thursday, January 1, 2015

Warm Heart Sunflowers and My Mother the Poet - Flower Paintings by Nancy Medina Art


Warm Heart Sunflower
by Nancy Medina
14X11
Oil on Gallery Wrap Canvas



Warm Heart Sunflower is the newest painting in Flower Mound Studio, and it has been a sad week. My Mother, who has been in good spirits and mentally very sharp for the past year in Hospice, had several seizures one day after Christmas. Although she now has a few moments of lucidity, she is not as alert or aware of her surroundings as she was before. When I was sitting on the edge of her bed yesterday, at one point she said "Oh no, I'm falling....!" I said, "Here Mom, grab my arm!" She immediately grabbed it and held it tightly to her chest with both her hands wrapped around me. "I won't let you fall Mom. I've got you," I reassured her.

I ordered a photo quilt for her from Shutterfly, and we hung it at the end of her hospital bed so she can see our family pictures when she is awake. I hope it helps to comfort her. Most of all, I hope she is not frightened. I am still so thankful for all this time I have had with my incredible, gifted, beautiful, award winning poet Mother whose laughter always made everyone around her smile. When I was in high school, my friends would drive to her office after school just to sit and visit with her. She was awarded one of the highest honors as a Friend of 4-H for her leadership to the Kaufman County, Texas, chapter for many years. She published dozens of poems and received over half a dozen awards for them (and never even told us she was a poet until we girls were in our 20s).

As a person enters Hospice, their world shrinks smaller and smaller, and their circle of acquaintances dwindles mostly to family and direct caregivers. Even their doctors no longer see them. I wonder outside of our family, who would want to know that my Mother has had a "change in status", that term families with loved ones in Hospice dread. So I will tell you. My Mother has had a "change in status." But in my heart, she will never change. She will always be the person I want most to be like in the world.

Roses


Reaching His mighty hand
into the rubbish bins,
God gathers the shattered rosebuds
of our sins
and fashions a bouquet
of babies
to grace
the Heavenly stair.

As you travel life's thorny path
day by day,
you'll know that Heaven can't be
far away
when the scent
of roses
comes wafting
on the air.

Elsie Becker

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