Purple Dawn

Drawn into the future of hope for a cure as I have become ever more deeply involved in advocacy, this poem uses mom’s favorite lighthouses to pave the path to a brighter dawn for us all.

This scene was custom painted for me by Patrick St. Pierre, a local artist at Fire Seed Arts.

Purple Dawn

I woke up with a song this morning – here it is:

Purple shores washed by the sunset of time

lighted by the beacon of hope for a cure

No one finds their way here easily

and yet we are compelled

by the unopposeable force of nature’s folly

to trek this path of the future’s hope.

Nestled in the wombs of our despair,

fighting our fate, we carve new paths in time

pressing against its inevitability

with the only tools we have

Hope, trust and determination

fuel the lights of illumination

casting shadows on the fall of many;

those we love and leave along the way

Winding forward to the dawn of a new day

One without Alzheimer’s….