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A wicked wind, from the South,
began to blow dust away,
from out the fields,
to the center of town.

Hurry, hurry, take in your wash,
hanging on the line to dry.
Wet clothes and blowing dirt,
will make a mess, is why.

Up she jumped,
into the sky,
over the moon.
A fable or a lie?

This past week,
a change came about,
no more fighting,
or lashing out.

I now have with me,
one who is alive,
behaving as a child,
She is eighty-five.

He fumbles
and
mumbles,
when left alone.

He won't
be
with us,
not very long.

The end of days,
comes slowly now,
as an elderly couple,
renew their vows.

Both in wheelchairs,
moving around,
quietly, using their
feet, without sound.

A touch of fingers,
running through her hair.
She knows it's him,
still not aware.

They live apart.
She's in memory care.
He's in Independent,
up the stair.

Far and away,
in the land of dreams,
special moments spring
forth, without warning.
It's what life will bring.

Long were the memories,
laid here to rest.
The minds of our loved ones,
when the telling was best.

Will they remember,
will they even care,
about love and devotion,
thoughts we can share.

Does air and clouds shatter,
into pieces, onto the ground,
when aircraft break
the speed of sound?

Hang a tooth,
from a Dragon, slain,
around thy neck,
easing the pain.

Fail not, in
your quest to be,
when travelling,
over land and sea.

Remember to erase,
life's sad sorrow,
bringing forth memories,
for a new tomorrow.

Cloaked in a wavering,
veil of indifference.
Emotional bursts
of sadness.
What will life be,
when the love,
I've known, goes away?

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