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A glimpse of your leg,
a wink of your eye,
tells me nothing about
the warmth of your sigh.
A sigh of compassion
or a question of why,
creates a new emotion,
as evening draws nigh.
A strange time, on this day
as we live in this World,
where dreams have gone away.

Come back to me, my elusive one.
Return to our old life.
Be the one who breaks this curse
of the Dementia which has your mind.
Helping you prepare for bed,
I did resent but now instead
work with you, my lovely child,
as you talk to me and smile.
The smile from many years gone by,
as I ask the Lord, please tell me why.

I will love you still,
after the bloom of the
Rose has left.
When the petals have lost
their color
and life is no longer
on this Earth.
You will always be
my forever.

Where goes thee on the this gloomy day,
while others go somewhere to play?
A place of quiet, comfortable and warm,
will be my choice, my new Norm.
A coffee Americano, at a familiar space
where I'll see friends with a smiling face.

I await your beck and call,
as I stand by the vine covered wall.
Don't you know? Can you not see?
I'll will wait here for an eternity.

No matter the pain this life brings,
Please let some love pass on gossamer wings.
A love from the twanging of my heart strings,
Will bring the joy, as my Soul sings.

A shadow passed over my window today.
An omen perhaps, of a coming sad day.
What can you do, when you control not
your personal scene? It can't be bought
but may soon be seen, as we manifest
in life to somewhere between,
a rock and a hard place.
Why is our life so troubling to me
when all I want is for you and thee
to be happy together in the life of ours
and not need the medicine in jars.
I pray to God, the Lord above
and will maintain our profound love.

Goodbye,
farewell,
adieu.
I find
now, I
can no
longer
write for
you.
May your
life be
enriched,
in what
you do,
for my
mind has
from the
coop, flew.
A sound
thought now,
escapes me
too.
Oh Lord
now what
to do.

How does a sharp, intelligent, complex
personality change into a very simple soul,
with no knowledge or understanding
of local or world events?
A simple soul she is this day,
wanting not. She doesn't pray
for help from above for
she relies on a forever love.
I miss the girl I married.
I miss the memories of our past.
I enjoy talking to her socially.
I find it challenging to instruct
her in the personal aspect of life,
knowing she does not retain
anything that I teach her.
She is a simple soul, who cares
about her granddaughters
but struggles to recall their names.
Goodnight, sweet dreams, my love.

My hand reaches out for she.
as we drive in the car.
I want to touch her,
so she will see, my love.
She pulls away, from my touch
for she no longer likes my hand.
I suppose I should know,
realizing she doesn't understand,
for I only want to grasp her hand.

You are my life.
You are my Soul.
Without your love,
I won't be whole.

The brightness is leaving her eyes,
as her long term memory, slowly dies.
Short term memory, I can understand
but losing long term memory, is at hand.
No memory of when we first wed.
All thoughts of our life are now dead.
Losing long term memory loss, is bad.
Perhaps this explain why I feel sad.
I'm the only one in the family now,
who remember our love and life's vow.