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The Demons of a life's
journey, hang in the air.
Haphazardly hanging
they are everywhere.
Moments in this short life,
will happen, so please care,
of those things around you.
Pay attention. Be aware.

My mind is dull,
eyes are glazed,
as I contemplate,
the state of our life.
Drastically changed,
selling our homestead
and resigning to
a life of Senior Care,
in a Memory Care
facility for my wife,
as I attempt to exist
in this World of Sadness.

Otters, playing in chocolate pools,
chasing marshmallow fish.
Multi-colored, rounded stones,
of chocolate candies, formed
a pathway to the playground,
enclosed by a red licorice, fence.
Shrubs of colored cotton candy,
provided an entrance to all.

My beloved one, wants
to stay close to me
and every waking moment,
it's where she will be.
I'm now on a slow
ride of losing my sanity.

Long was the day,
short was the night.
To bed at 1 am,
awake at 2:30.
Dozed till 4:30.
Got up.
Why am I tired?

Strip off the sins
of our fathers.
Bare the naked Soul,
The babble of voices echos
in this large room.
Echos repeat the noise,
elevating to a rumble.
The day will pass slowly,
as we near the late
stages of this life.
Soon the breath is gone
as the Soul seeps,
from the Mortal being.
Life is no more.

Bit my thumb,
that was dumb,
infected now,
I'll soon succumb.

I am in the bathroom, ready for a new
day. I hear a loud noise and then
a plea of "Please help me" startled me ,
I go to the door and
do not hear the plea.
I hurriedly dress and seek an attendent
to check on the neighbor. They find
her, call Medic One. She is taken to
the hospital, treated and returns, in a week.
She is 93 and appears in good form.

My life, these past few months
have been spent in a
Memory Care Facility.
I moved here, to support my wife
and to honor her request of my
being near her.
I am considered to be an Independent,
as I do not need any assistance or aid
from the staff.
This is a happy place. The support staff
are very caring, in spite of a few
residents who will verbally abuse them.
This has been a positive, learning experience
for me as I have been allowed to participate
and be a witness to the care provided to
those friends and family who are dealing
with Dementia and Alzheimer disease.

The tears
seep from
my eyes.
There's no
sobbing nor,
any sighs.
Only memories,
I have
of you.
Why does
God take,
those you
so, love?
Where is
the mercy,
from above?
There isn't
a fairness,
is what
I see.
If there
was, he'd
have taken,
me.

I see you now
in colors of warm.
I miss the days,
when life was norm.
I hear the words,
"I love you" being said,
from morning rising,
until we're in bed.
You aren't the same,
neither am I.
When you don't remember
and when you ask,
"Where are you from?"
I am saddened,
for you not knowing me,
but I will tell you,
"I will always know thee".
Good night, my darling.
Good night my love.
I miss you dearly,
for you are my trove.

Where is the Heaven?
Where is the Hell?
Where is the place,
where Demons dwell?
I think I know,
knowing it well.
It is the place,
which I can tell.
When, my arms are empty,
you aren't with me.
You are a memory,
of what used to be.
I see your beauty,
in photos I took.
I know you better,
like reading a book.
When I look and see
you in the pictures,
like you used to be,
long will I wander,
long will I roam,
until the morrow
when I am at home.

Someone new,
tore a hole
in my Soul.
Shredded it, too.
What feeling,
now gone?
Indifference reigns.
Strong in
the community
and yet,
there is
still a
loving
feeling
of others,
outside
your family,
bringing care
and affection.
Is this
the dilemma
fated for me?
Staying locked
in this
Memory Care
Facility?
I must
wait and
solve this
personal difficulty.