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A commotion was heard,
as she strutted into the room,
followed by reporters,
and the scent of perfume.

She was middleaged,
dressed to the nines,
in her designer jeans,
and jewelry, which shines.

She was like a Star,
bursting with light.
The look in her eyes,
said she was ready to fight.

Don't you come close,
stay away from me,
stop bothering others.
Don't touch my family.

If you would like to talk,
do so directly to me,
for I will talk to you,
please let me be.

No matter the situation,
no matter what's right.
Do what is best.
If it's a fight, then fight.

Too many fools
are here, with us now.
I am one and
I will show you how.

Act without thinking
or knowing the cause.
You will still know nothing,
and then you will pause.

Are you still my baby?
I don't know anymore,
if you are a creation
from a five and ten cent store.

Does this sound foolish?
I suppose it will,
but my mind is now,
well over the hill.

I have loved you only,
and you are friends with me.
I will love you forever,
it's the way it must be.

Come back tomorrow
with your sweet grin
and I will introduce you,
to the man you call Jim.

Bats in my belfry,
ants in my crown.
I think I'm turning
into Bozo the Clown.

Late in the day,
not keeping score.
Perhaps I'm winning,
losing is a bore.

When days are gone,
You are too.
I'm unsure of what
I should do.

You profess your love,
almost every day.
I love you too,
nothing else to say.

Blow cold the winds
which Winter brings.
Give love to all who
God gave wings.

Long lay, the grassy plain,
dry in Summer, awaiting rain.
What happens when clouds will burst
as parched land, quenches thirst.

I can't recall, anytime
in this life of mine,
where my emotions, with others,
became complex and entwined.

But here I sit with heart a beat.
I do not like to receive a scold.
Not saying thank you when you
ask me to buy things, it is old.

Among the people of Memory Care,
words of idiocy may litter the air.
Questions are raised about a loved one,
yet, you know that person is gone.

Here I sit,
in early morning hour,
trying to write words,
for a life gone sour.

Why do things
go wrong for someone good?
I sit and ponder about my wife's
last 10 years, as I should.

Diagnosed with Lung Cancer
in the last part of 2013,
successful treatment, in 2014.
Now she is deemed clean.

No one will say she is cancer free.
They test every year. "In remission."
The words I hear bother me. Then
Early onset dementia. A new Mission.

So I sit here. She is in Memory Care,
with a diagnosis of Dementia-Alzheimer.
What did she do to deserve
ten years of declining health for her?

I can't wait
until the Lilacs bloom,
as the scent of the flower
permeates the sunroom.

The color of purple
flowers in bloom,
will make the season,
and have less gloom.