By Jackie Barzely January 2, 2010

I’m no longer allowed those precious moments Of awakening to each new day And for that splinter of time Greeting the morning “Parkinson’s free” Before my body alerts my brain And the daily battle starts again That little window Of hope and sanity now inaccessible to me Once again testing my faith and strength For now leaving me in the lurch And searching for another Fragile branch On the “tree of life” To cling onto.