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Long was the Sun
in afternoon heat.
Wet was the grass,
on my bare feet.
No shoes were worn,
when I was young.
We walked everywhere
and we would run,
across fields afar,
not knowing how
lucky we were.

When days of old
are young again,
will be the time,
for "Let's pretend."
Pretend to fine,
your lost youth,
a body supple,
not long of tooth.
No aches or pain,
to mar the joy
of being again
young girl and boy.
So now, wish upon
the tree of love
and pray some more,
to your God above.

It was time,
life was here,
so many months,
so many years
gone by now.
Memories were there
and won't appear,
no matter when,
life was here.
Off we went
to a paradise
to love again,
before our demise.

Love was sweet,
short the year.
Love was lost
and would disappear.

A time in life
of lost memories,
erased, no longer here.
A marriage made of
memories cherished
by one, forgotten
by another, no longer
retained. What is the
feeling, I have now,
when there isn't an answer,
to affirm or disavow?

I need you now,
more than before.
I listen to you
while you implore,
to take you home,
where I'd like to be,
there on the morrow,
here is best for thee.

Far away
across the sea,
I ran away
to let you be,
the best there is
from far and wide,
to provide a kiss,
when you decide.

I saw a shadow,
in the hall it did appear,
it's when I realized,
that Death was near.

When words become weapons
and hurtful to you,
strengthen your resolve,
it's what you must do.

Don't rely on others,
who aren't loyal and true,
for the outcome in life
is a dependent on you.

You control your destiny,
have loyal friends, a few,
believing the good things,
know and trust you.

Flowers abloom,
they're everywhere
and when I sneeze,
pollens in the air.

My wife, who has Dementia and I,
have been married many years.
We have two children who are
Now in their 50's.
Having a conversation with her,
And she turns to me and asks
A question, I hadn't heard before.
"Do you have any children?"
My wife was admitted to a Memory
Care Facility on January 3rd 2022.
These last several months have been
Difficult. More for me because she doesn't
Remember. This time will pass. I feel
Blessed that she can still talk to me.
Dementia and Alzheimers is an insidious
Disease.
I write to help myself to cope with the
Emotional baggage which is included for all
Caregivers out there. You are not alone.
Bless you all.

Day was done,
A setting Sun.
Darkness here,
And yet.
Somethings missing.
Where is
The Moon?
Is it,
At play,
Hidden by Clouds?