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Flat the water
like mirrored glass.
Slow the water,
Not moving fast.

Gone from my heart
With memories still,
Laying in my soul,
Always they will.

Being polite,
does your dog bite?
are words seldom
used today.
Singing a song
and getting along,
seem to be
an impossible task,
or never occurring
on this day.
Is it too hard
for all to say, Please,
when it's something
we need
or should we just,
go away.
Away to a land,
not noble or grand,
where no one still says,
"I love thee."

Boldly the wind
rattled the trees.
Bending, not breaking,
now dropping leaves.

Wind, pushing softly
across meadow and tree.
Warmth of the Sun
is now refreshing me.

Go I slowly, searching,
constantly searching for thee,
to live our lives together.
It is important to me.

A Firey morning,
Sun ablaze,
Glowing red,
Smokey haze.

I was sitting with my wife in the memory care unit. She is in Advanced Vascular Dementia-Alzheimers. We have been married 65 years.
She was talking about losing her father, many years ago. She then stated to me, "I lost my husband, several years ago. He became ill and passed away. "To clarify, she doesn't know my name or that I'm her husband. She does know I take care of her and professes her love. This disease is insidious. Her memories are gone. There is no life, without memories. There is a half-life for survivors.

Wipe away
tear drops,
coming from
your eyes,
removing sorrow
with a kiss,
silencing all
the sighs.
Good times
may follow
the truth
we defy.
Living life
the fullest
with love
and survive.

Waylaid clouds,
against jagged hills,
amassing moisture
later to spill
on dry, arid land,
bringing greeness,
to our state, again.

Far away,
off goes he,
sailing ships,
his mastery.
Sea going lad,
across the main.
Ever to be,
hard to explain.

Have I reached
that point of anxiety,
where I am at
my level of incompentcy?

Finding, it's hard
when I cannot
work or garden
in our yard.

Speaking of rain.
I am not,
but fire
and smoke
we have a lot.