Do you believe
in life again?
To reincarnate,
where to begin.

The love I have,
for you today,
is here for you
and won't go away.

Walk the path
of life, without me.
View the fall foliage,
beautiful to see.

Red, orange, brown, yellow,
the leaves full of color,
reminding me of
believing in one another.

Clear, the air,
crisp the feel.
Late November,
almost surreal.

Where goeth thou?
Is there a rule,
which can prevent me
from being an old fool?

Long was the road
to Perdition.
Fraught with perilous hazards
of eternal damnation,
which a sinful person,
passes after death.
Don't be that person.
There is no reason to.
Put forth the kindness
and allow us all.
to see the real you.

Early in the morning,
before the sunrise,
I milked our cow,
separated the milk
from the heavy cream,
using a hand cranked,
milk separator.
Placed it in the refrigerator,
our personal rule.
Ate my breakfast
and headed off to school.

My beloved left our room.
We were watching football.
Apparently, I fell asleep,
and then she went out the door.
An attendant found her,
wandering the hall,
looking for her husband.
That's me.
She told me, "I was afraid,
as I didn't know where you were."
We were sitting next to each other,
later and I asked why she left.
She said, "I didn't know who you
were." The working of a mind
under attack from Dementia-Alzheimer
is an assault no one should have to
deal with Patient or Care giver.

Where ae you,
sweet Barbara?
Where have you gone?
You were from Chicago,
a long time ago.
You taught in London,
teaching English Composition.
You said your husband was
an artist. You spoke German
when we first met.
I enjoyed our conversations,
at dinner, with my wife.
You were a lovely person,
with a sharp wit. I will never
forget our conversations.
You are gone from the residence
but I will never forget our conversations.

Words,
the most powerful
of each day.
Words can make life easier.
Words can take pain away.
Words can be hurtful,
so be careful what you say.
Be kind to one another,
for you know not what occurs
in another's life or action.
Be a blessing not a curse.

Pleasing the weather,
we had yesterday.
A need for more moisture,
as the rain stays away.

Meeting the people,
learning to paint.
A slow pupil, I am,
a painter I ain't.

Here I sit alone,
thoughts getting hazy.
I am in the room,
where I'm borderline crazy.

Conversations surround me,
mostly short and inane,
causing me to ask,
"Am I now going insane?"

So many days and nights
running together, all week.
Certainly not the place
for the mentally weak.