She Knows Me Not
• 12/31/19 at 02:16PM •She knows me not.
I know her well.
My lovely wife's mind
Is in Dementia Hell.
She knows me not.
I know her well.
My lovely wife's mind
Is in Dementia Hell.
Cunning, is the Fox,
laying in the field,
waiting, ever waiting
to catch its next meal.
Comes a mouse now,
scurrying on the grassy ground,
while the Fox, waiting patiently
makes nary a sound.
May the wind be at your back
as the Sun keeps poking through.
May faith and earthly fortune,
be the best for you.
Not your body, near
but loss of mind.
That is my fear.
What to do
on that day
when your mind
just slips away.
I lie in bed
near your side
and know my feelings
deep inside,
are one of fear
of what to do
for I know
I'm losing you.
The Owl calls in the dead of night.
Calls once more then takes flight,
on wings of feathers so soft,
flying to a different tree loft.
Leaves of yellow and brown
lie compacted on the ground,
covering plants, paths and pots
awaiting this Spring's Forget me Nots.
A seed,
a thought,
a gem,
an idea.
What does that mean
to you?
New found ambitions?
New day to work?
Keep yourself busy,
nothing to shirk.
As Winter rain falls
splattering on garden path
making new puddles.
I say of you,
you say of me,
when on Earth,
will I be free?
Free from pain
that is within,
free from noise,
free of the din.
Free of boundaries,
no more fences,
free of the sound
offending my senses.
My wayward soul, tries to escape from me,
over the mountains, across the Sea.
Stay with me, you soul of dust,
for I must stay to fulfill my trust.
The sounds I hear within my head,
are filled with loss; filled with dread.
An old friend of so many years,
has escaped this life, with no more fears.
Away he went, on a golden cart,
toward the heavens where life did start.
God speed to you, my dear friend.
You will join your brother now.
Amen