Courage

I lack the courage
to handle life's burden
of failing health,
for a loved one.
How do you respond
to a question, "Do you
have any children?"
We have two.
"Where do you live?"
I live here with you,
is my reply.
When a statement is
made when speaking
of the loss of one's
parents, "My husband
is gone," yet I, her
husband, am sitting next
to her. There is no
malice, no intention to
hurt. Just a statement of
her mind's thoughts.
I am growing resentful
of this life and the
cruelty to others
I see, while living
in this memory
care facility.