I carry your heart i carry it in my heart. I have always loved this poem by e.e.cummings. I was making this for my daughter. But during the process I kept thinking of my mom. How the roles have reversed and I'm now her parent. Taking care of her needs. Trying to understand what is going on in her mind, even thought she has no clue. During my last visit she kept telling me "you look just like my daughter" It was a heart breaker. It is very difficult at times to morn someone while they are still living. That is what I feel like I'm doing. Not only does she not remember people and places, but she has lost expression in her face. She just seemed so flat. Most of time there was just a blank stare. For the most part she is healthy. She is not in pain. But, is it painful for her not to remember? No one knows that answer. I will always carry her heart and deep down I know she is carrying mine.
I did give this to my daughter and she was very touched by it. My hope is I will always remember who she is. I will always carry her heart in mine.
Trying to use what I have on hand. The image is from a kit I purchased from Carol. The background and butterfly are waxed. Mica is used over the top.