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The days grow long,
with nights retreat.
Days are warmer,
a Spring treat.

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.

Trying to stop,
using the time,
avoiding the
sing, song rhyme

I tire now,
of writing verse.
Perhaps my words,
need a hearse?

Have the words,
lie in state,
hoping them
to be sedate.

I care not,
for what you say,
for I am lost,
my mind gone away.

Long are the nights,
without you.
Sleeping alone,
without you.
No warmth in bed,
without you.
I never thought.
our life would end,
this way.
Living alone.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Braided and serpentine filaments of glowing gas suggest this nebula's popular name, The Medusa Nebula. Also known as Abell 21, this Medusa is an old planetary nebula some 1,500 light-years away in the constellation Gemini. Like its mythological namesake, the nebula is associated with a dramatic transformation. The planetary nebula phase represents a final stage in the evolution of low mass stars like the sun as they transform themselves from red giants to hot white dwarf stars and in the process shrug off their outer layers. Ultraviolet radiation from the hot star powers the nebular glow. The Medusa's transforming star is the faint one near the center of the overall bright crescent shape. In this deep telescopic view, fainter filaments clearly extend below and right of the bright crescent region. The Medusa Nebula is estimated to be over 4 light-years across.

Photo by Chesterfield Astronomical Society

The news is out,
it made the scene.
Todays the day,
wearing the green.

Saint Patrick (c. 385 – c. 461), the foremost patron saint of Ireland. Saint Patrick's Day, or the Feast of Saint Patrick,  commemorates Saint Patrick and the arrival of Christianity in Ireland, and, by extension, celebrates the heritage and culture of the Irish in general.is a religious and cultural holiday held on 17 March, Wikipedia