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Small,
tiny,
words
come
to
mind,
describing
this
creature
to
you.
A
bird,
in
hand,
t'was
where
it
began.

Where is the magic,
when did it leave,
for the life of another,
much younger than I?
You said the words,
they came from your mouth.
Do not call me your friend,
as you no longer see me.
Please don't pretend.
I'm what I should be.

A vision of life died recently
when my beloved moved
to a memory recovery facility.
No longer will she live with me
but will receive care she needs.
An adjustment in our life plan,
a necessary one I will concede .

No more the laugh.
No more the cry.
Every day passes.
Not knowing why.
You are gone now,
Without a goodbye.

A bright, piece of life
is more grey today,
as my beautiful wife,
is not here to stay.
Her Advanced Dementia,
Alzheimer's, took her away.
Now all the brightness
has changed to grey.

Ellie, oh Ellie,
I'm missing you so.
I turn in the bed
and you aren't there,
while all my senses,
see you everywhere.
I am such a wimp
and want you to be safe,
cared for every day.
To be loved and nurtured,
in every, possible way.
I am sorry for not
being there, as I now wallow,
in my own self despair.

Your life is special,
it belongs to you.
Caring for yourself
and others too,
is good for your Soul.
It's what you do.

Stepping into the traffic,
Stare down a bus.
Hitting their brakes,
Hear them all cuss.
"You crazy, old fool"
What did you do?
Are you so foolish?
Is it really you?

My wish for you
is sweet happiness.
My prayer is for
your continued success.

It was such a fitting surprise
to see the candlelight glints,
in your beautiful eyes,
of brown with golden tints.

How foolish we were
when we were young.
We wanted adventure,
but we wouldn't succumb,
to the rules of adults.
Is someone here dumb?
We wanted to play,
from morning to dusk,
for we were immortal,
having God's trust.
It is the way in life,
until we happen to see,
what happens to friends,
more reckless than we.

My writings
in this most
recent of time,
do not stand alone,
and probably won't rhyme.