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A lost love,
a rendezvous.
You never showed;
somebody new?

You are the one.
There is no doubt.
My voice may whisper;
for you I shout.

I went to bed
and I slept.
I thought of you
and I wept.
I failed you
promise not kept.
Sorry.

So many days
I think of you,
having no memory,
everything is new.

I asked my friend,
"How are you doing?"
She looked at me,
and said, "Fine."
as she walked away.
When a woman says fine,
she isn't. Stay out of reach
and ask no questions, if
you value your physical well being.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Famed in festival, story, and song the best known full moon is the Harvest Moon. For northern hemisphere dwellers that's a traditional name of the full moon nearest the September equinox. Seen from Saunderstown, Rhode Island, planet Earth, this Harvest Moon left a broad streak of warm hues as it rose through a twilight sky over the Newport Bridge. On September 20 its trail was captured in a single 22 minute exposure using a dense filter and a digital camera. Only two days later the September equinox marked a change of season and the beginning of autumn in the north. In fact, recognizing a season as the time between solstice and equinox, this Harvest Moon was the fourth full moon of the season, coming just before the astronomical end of northern summer.

Photo by Mike Cohea

This classic Greek lemon chicken soup is packed with lots of lemon, herbs, and veggies. It's also dairy-free! A tasty soup packed with veggies, herbs, and lots of lemon. Tempering the eggs makes this soup feel lusciously creamy without the need for any dairy and eating it takes me back to the streets of Athens. Click the image below to see Yasmin Khan recipe at Simply Recipes

It doesn't matter,
if no one will care.
I understand and
this I will share.

Where do you go?
What do you see,
when you go into
your lost memory,
where the "Sundown effect",
becomes you own reality.

As you brush your teeth,
reminding you to use the toothpaste.
Helping you wash your sweet face,
then you say, "What's next?"
I hand you the towel,
thinking of you.
I let out a small sigh
as a bit of moisture,
leaks from my eye.

When life is uncertain.
When the joy is gone,
will you still love me?
I'll sing a sweet song,
a song of redemption
is all that I know,
so without further adieu,
I dedicate this song,
directly to you.

She tripped on the stairway of life.
A most wonderful person, who's my wife.
It doesn't matter when Dementia strikes
for the timing is never known to you.
It matters not, if you are prepared
for your health to go South.