With heat, wind and rain
and weather disasters
comes some fresh blooms
of beautiful Asters.

Oh the words, I would say to you
about all the things you do.
You cared for me, over the years.
Now I care for you
as your mind disappears .

Here we sit in our family room.
He's now on TV; a purveyor of gloom.
He lies; They spew from out his mouth.
He says East is West; North is South.
How can one believe what his words are?
He spins the truth, both near and far.

I am here.
You are not.
Our children grown,
a love sought,
from each other,
during journey's life.
We are still
husband and wife.
My thoughts gone,
from my head.
A mental state,
I now dread,
seeing you allow,
here and now,
fills my heart,
with my vow,
of loving you,
is my joy
and I do
all this for
you to see
the better part
of older me.