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Why do I worry,
for others, like you,
when I see verbal abuse,
of you and the work you do?

There are some people,
I shan't name any too,
who are rude, inconsiderate,
often yelling at you.

You don't get paid enough,
to take any abuse.
Management, should step in.
There should not be any excuse.

As residents, you pay money,
to be cared for, too,
this doesn't excuse rudeness,
to those waiting on you.

It's suggested you grow up,
change your ways or move.
Those working here do it
for money but also love.

I await you, dear one,
nothing more to say,
except I love you.
Have a good day.

If I write
from my heart,
the words
in my head,
will I
be honest,
and say,
this instead?
Writing
the truth,
is difficult,
to do,
when I've
lost you.
You are,
no longer
the person
I married.
An image,
a empty shell.
My soul
is afire,
in this
living hell.

The hours are early,
you lay next to me.
I feel you breathing,
it's where I want to be.

My brain, all muddled.
Emotions, running wild,
with trash in my mind,
like a young, spoiled child.

I love you
the way you are,
keeping your distance,
when close or afar.

You are young, active,
with the bluest eyes,
a no-nonsense approach,
why is it not a surprise?

Be the one.
Be who you are,
there is no other,
alive, like you.

As I approach, life's end
I pray when it's near,
you will come visit
and appear.

Provide comfort to me,
as I grow old
and more confused,
before my body is cold.

I'm tired.
Waking at 3:30,
staying in bed,
until 4:20.
Getting up at 5:55,
how did I spend
2 plus hours,
before showering
and getting dressed, then,
off to breakfast.

I thought I had my emotions,
under control.
I was mistaken.
The ugliness of this disease,
is beyond description.

She got mad at me,
wandering away.
I messed up, by not going
after her.
She went into the kitchen,
of the Dining hall and was
yelling at people.

I went and returned her to
the table where our dinner, was
waiting. She didn't want to eat.
I managed to get her to eat.
She had calmed down.

I took her back to memory care
and she got mad at me. Not sure
why. She cussed me out, told me
to leave, etc.
So, I did.

Now I sit in my room all
teary eyed and upset with
myself. I do not like myself,
at the moment although I
do understand, it probably
wasn't anything I did.

Sorry for the laying this out
for you all.
Thank you for your patience and
understanding.

Down through the valley,
across the great divide,
I will wait for you
at evening tide.

My favorite spot,
will always be,
at Cannon Beach,
on the Pacific Sea.

We have gone there,
for so many years.
No longer a destination,
gone with the fear,

of never seeing you,
the way I did then,
when our love was fresh
and where it began.

To love again,
may never come.
That will be fine,
I can enjoy someone.

Conversations are enough,
to work my mind,
meeting others, perhaps
one of a kind.