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Judy King was my awesome mom. She was caring, generous, funny, gracious and a very determined lady. She had ALS.
Early on in the course of her disease, she lost the ability to speak. She never liked computers, and so chose to write down all that she had to say. One day a few weeks ago, I was sitting with my son Brennan, reading through one of my mom's 'books'. I came across an entry where she talks about not wanting to use some new piece of equipment because she did not want to admit that she was getting worse. Brennan and I cried, and I said to him, "Someone has to find a cure for this disease."
The thing is, I know the cure exists. I believe there is nothing more powerful (not even ALS) than our positive thoughts. And so, I wrote this poem titled The Cornflower.
I also read Adam Cholmondeley's personal page. He is a young boy who writes about how to him, A.L.S. means Always Leaves Sadness. Several months ago, I wrote a poem about much of what A.L.S. means to me. After reading Adam's page, I felt compelled to share this too.
A.L.S.
Amyotrophic
Lateral
Sclerosis
Another
Lost
Synapse
Angry
Livid
Scream
Accept
Let go
Surrender
Alive
Laughter
Smile
Amazing grace
Live in the moment
Sense of humor
Arrest
Loose
Silence
Anguish
Lament
Sorrow
Always
Loving
Soul
Aurora Lightsome Shooting star
Ascend
Liberated
Spirit
The Cornflower – May 7/10
The cornflower meets the sky above
Stands tall with strength and grace
Fragile in it’s guise
Steadfast spirit may surprise
Beauty deeper than the finely petaled face
Flowers a rich bright blue
Silver leaves reflecting light
Worship the sun
With the wind they run
Emotion overwhelmed and taking flight
Drawn to the open field
The force of abiding allure
Strikingly clear
Nothing to fear
Steps drifting under their spell so pure
Beside the spot in the earth
A seed planted where you lay
Memory to safe keep
And never fall asleep
Joyful bloom and sorrow gently washed away
In this field the answer lies
Doubt fades and leaves no trace
World without disease
Carried away on tender breeze
Where the cornflower stands tall and with such grace
By Hayley King