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Here I am, in the
memory care facility,
as I observe a resident,
Audrey, the wanderer.
She is small in stature
and patrols the hallways
of the facility. She seldom
sits at a table during dining hours,
but will wander around, tables
up to the counter and ask for food.
She is very quiet and has a quaint
accent which may be Irish or
Scottish.

Watchful the wind,
sailing through the Firs,
shaking branches as
needles fall, covering
the ground. A sound
of Fir cones striking
the deck with a
rat a tat tat,
a staccato, rings in my ears
as I try to sleep
in the warmth of our
bed, alone.

I want to not say
to you, on this cold, dregs of Winter,
loving the fact, you are alive.
Missing most of your reasoning,
still, I sit with you.
You call me, "Your husband", but I know
you no longer know my name,
but is the love, you profess to me.

We come from clay.
We come from dirt,
but not from rock,
so we can be hurt.
A loss of love,
a painful path,
a loss of faith,
may incur God's wrath.
Praying to you every night,
some say you are just.
From my experience,
I no longer have trust.

I watch you slowly lose control,
drifting into an Alzheimers reality.
You are my love and my light.
To see you losing the battle
with this dread disease, is emotional.
I wish for an end to your pain
and suffering, but continue to worry
about losing you, from my life.

Dark is the Moss
under the shade tree.
Damp is the ground,
far below thee.
Love is the answer,
long may it be,
every day near you,
is important to me.

Why doesn't she recognize me
when she first sees me?
We have been married over a
half a century, yet she speaks
not my name but asks a question,
"Are you my husband?"

I believe in myself and what I do,
To live my life by the Golden Rule,
"Do unto others as they do to you.
Respect of others appears to be
A fleeting grace, in the World.I see.

Flee not from me
My trusted friends.
I need you now,
Before my life ends.

Etched the glass
with Acid. Done.
Our hearts are now
a single one.
Forsake me not,
for love is blind,
my faith in you
is still sublime.

No longer the time.
No longer the place.
No longer the time?,
To see your face
Unfettered with worry
With a smile, in place.

You light up my heart,
when darkness
surrounds me.
A gloomy life
will never be,
as long as
I am with thee.