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Out That Door
by Brenda Parris Sibley


Out that door we watched snow fall
on pansies in the winter,
and sometimes on daffodils and even
tulips in the spring.
We watched deer prance
through the yard,
and wild turkeys gobble
down the hill.
We watched squirrels climbing
the clothesline, or coming
to visit bird feeders on the window.

We watched birds come and go, telling
the seasons by their arrival
and departure.
Out that door we walked most
every day, to get a closer look,
at wildlife and flowers
and to walk with Pansy, the cat.
My mother held my hand,
and I got to know her more
each day, as parts of her
past came to life.
Though there might be confusion
and terror in the night,
out that door we found peace,
a refuge from the storm.



Copyright © 1998-2004 Brenda Parris Sibley
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Brenda writes: “This poem is about the view from the back door of my mother's house in Alabama and all we saw while I was there with her as her caregiver. She had Alzheimer's. There are some photos (with java effects) with this poem on this page of my web site: Out That Door

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More about the writer:
Brenda Parris Sibley ~ A Year To Remember

Author of Waiting for the Morning, iUniverse.com ISBN:0-595-18782-X
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Author of Help for the Caring, iUniverse.com ISBN: 0-595-25356-3
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Editor, Alzheimer's Disease Topic at Suite101
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Write Brenda at this address: bpsibley@mindspring.com.


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