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I am struggling.
with an emotional bent.
Observing my loved one,
losing her mind.
Unable to clearly state,
her feelings, to me.
As I write, my eyes,
start to leak.
Emotions unchecked.
Unprepared am I,
why does a
grown man cry?

Under a dark cloud, hiding,
an unrepentant love.
Long in anguish, must I wait,
to hear from Heaven, up above.

The shadows, beneath the tree,
hiding this lost soul, me.
Unable to adjust to life,
when I'm at the moment,
can't stay with my wife.

When I pause, thinking,
of all the years gone by,
recalling our life together,
then I begin asking why?

Why did my love, so bright,
be diagnosed with Dementia disease.
What did she do to deserve this?
Answer the question, please.

Increasing wind,
across grassy fields.
Wind swept plains,
Nature's tools.

Fields of wheat,
waves of gold,
beautiful sight,
never gets old.

Comes the harvest,
combines in view.
Harvesting grain,
thinking of you.

Harvest time
in the Northwest,
a season change,
it is the best.

Magical times,
at this moment,
to talk
with another.
To me,
it's entertainment.

I need to write of verse
and the thrill of crafting words,
to help you understand,
not all words must rhyme.

If I were to call your name,
when I heard your favorite song,
would I be a "basket case"
or would I remain forlorn?

A name is important, to everyone,
for it is the only way,
to be well known
at both work and play.

The dirt beneath my fingernails,
from year and years of toil,
when doing what I loved,
planting bulbs and plants in soil.

I'll miss that now,
all the joy I will take,
but will rejoice, in the Fall
when leaves I won't rake.

Dark clouds are passing,
up above, quite high.
Wishing I was a bird,
into the air I'd fly.

To soar amongst clouds,
with my dream to fly,
If I wished upon a star,
"Why oh why, can't I?"

Beneath the Willow's
drooping branches,
a safe location,
is where I hide.
Long were the evenings,
where I was hiding,
to avoid the hurt,
from the outside.

The warmth of love
comes from the soul.
Gushing forth, through
words, soft spoken,
spraying outward,
through people's eyes,
Loves sweet presence,
goes unheard,
goes unseen,
without a sound
if people
are indifferent.