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I found a support group, you see,
I thought it might be good for me.
Boy was I wrong, it was much worse.
For me, it brought out all the misery
Of loss that Caregivers, face every day.
I know, I felt so lucky to be
With my wife who has many issues
Of losing most of her memory,
Not one who yells or swears at me
But the gentle soul, who still loves me.

Alive I have been, for many a year.
The waking up part is not a fear.
Some aching, creaking parts of body mine
Have started and continue the aging decline.

reflection in the snow

Forsake me not, she said to me.
Life will be what it will be.
Tell me not to change my way,
For now I live, just for today.
The morrow will be coming soon
And the night brings, the darkened Moon.
Fear of life, I keep hidden inside,
Searching for peace, for my life's ride.

The tip of a plant
Pushes through the snow,
Telling of growth below.
A warming Sun can't
Hurt, that I know.
As the weather warms,
There are seeds to sow
For new plants to grow.

The moonlight with off colored white,
Brightens the layer of ground covered snow.
White wisps of clouds, interrupt the light
That are reflected in the shadows below.
It is truly a most marvelous sight.
A look from my window, with tired eye
realizing that sunrise is nigh.
The Moon slowly moves from my sight
as the World abounds with false daylight.
Little to say, on this grayest of days,
Except the approach of Spring does amaze.

It is what it is and yet
I tell you I will never forget,
The Call of the Wild, in my veins
As sure as I recall, Seattle rains.

The life we led is with us still,
Encumbered by much angst and ill will.
What do we do, at this point in time,
Is pour a glass of red or white wine.