Poetry

**(This poem is dedicated to all affected by ALS and FTD)

Whispers collide, remnants of me

I catch glimpses, memories

Echoes of my life, an angry haze

Broken body, fractured mind

Forgotten, all I am and was

I wrote this...

Moms, Stubborn and Defiant Child!

B.R.T. 5*11*2026

I have my moments of dread, don't you doubt it.

ALS likes to poke me over and over again, saying;

I'm going to take your life, every piece, bit by bit.

Inspired Thoughts

I wrote this...B.R.T. 10*21*2025

"The Phoenix and the Snail"

The earth met my feet, a silent testimony to my retreat. As I made my way through the soft peat. I knew that soon I would greet, those lovely ferns and cool creeks. I am ready for my soul to be complete, with every minute I get to meet, in the forest...

Each step unspools a thread of ache. Woven with hope, for healings sake. I feel the sigh through the cedars and rain, with every forward footfall that I take...

The tree's, recall my childhood claims. With vows of faith, their branches bow, and whisper of my yearning flame...

Let the stars be my compass, and the Thrush, be my guide. And in this green hush, I'll need not to hide...