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Should I worrry
When she says,
"I have to go to
The bathroom" and
Then says, "Where
Is it?"
Should I worry?

The words arise,
the words do come,
telling the story
of the Midnight Sun.
I know not what,
these words now mean,
for they make no sense
to this old Sage,
to write or expound;
Please turn the page.

No more the morning,
No more the night,
No more the morrow,
No more tonight,
No more the day,
No more the sight,
No more to say,
No more to sleep tight.

You are now like a child,
not the one I wed.
As we approach the evening,
getting you ready for bed.
You like to show me
the things you can do,
like a small child and I
say, "I am proud of you."

Speak to me
my Angel of love.
Guide me through
life's treacherous path.
I see your name,
and my heart melts;
the blood runs hot,
like nothing else.
Beats the heart rhythm,
deep in my chest
as your look of love
will do all the rest.

The grey-blue
of the VW van,
shows primer spots,
with a little paint.
The metallic side,
is smooth; plain
with paint removed.
A great find today,
as a new ride may be
on its way. Hooray!

The compact sand,
cold and wet
showing small nooks,
where eddies pool.
The water cold,
a lap of wave,
flattens the sand,
as far as
you can see.
The effects of
a Winter storm
of the cold, cold
water of the Pacific Sea.

The Willow tree,
a shelter now.
Is thick with limbs,
branches tangled,
leaves a shamble.
The covering cloak,
blocks wind and rain;
a great place to hide,
when as a child,
we ran and played
amongst the trees.
Bring back the time
when it was quiet,
serene and love
was in flight.

The bed
squeaks,
as I rise.
Noisily,
for its size.
Quietly
I go down
the stairs,
Suddenly,
there she is.

The far side of heaven
is where I hope she will be,
standing by the Pearly Gates,
waiting there for me.
I hope she will wait there,
in case I'm running late,
for I may not be inside,
but outside the Pearly Gates.

The Colt was born,
in blazing Sun.
His legs all gangly,
wobbling as he
tried to run.
Always a joy,
with much delight,
to see a newborn
take steps; a new flight.

You have left, once again.
I know not where you go,
it's then I realize,
I'm no longer the one
who enjoys our past life,
which Dementia has undone.
I'm alone in this life,
though you are here with me.
My love is still strong
and strong it must be,
for you are the one
who God made for me.
I love you now and what's more,
I will love more than ever before.