I Saw
• 05/05/22 at 12:56PM •I saw a shadow,
in the hall it did appear,
it's when I realized,
that Death was near.
Retired for many years and now re-discovering some writings, from long ago, along with new endeavor to help save my soul.
I saw a shadow,
in the hall it did appear,
it's when I realized,
that Death was near.
When words become weapons
and hurtful to you,
strengthen your resolve,
it's what you must do.
Don't rely on others,
who aren't loyal and true,
for the outcome in life
is a dependent on you.
You control your destiny,
have loyal friends, a few,
believing the good things,
know and trust you.
Flowers abloom,
they're everywhere
and when I sneeze,
pollens in the air.
My wife, who has Dementia and I,
have been married many years.
We have two children who are
Now in their 50's.
Having a conversation with her,
And she turns to me and asks
A question, I hadn't heard before.
"Do you have any children?"
My wife was admitted to a Memory
Care Facility on January 3rd 2022.
These last several months have been
Difficult. More for me because she doesn't
Remember. This time will pass. I feel
Blessed that she can still talk to me.
Dementia and Alzheimers is an insidious
Disease.
I write to help myself to cope with the
Emotional baggage which is included for all
Caregivers out there. You are not alone.
Bless you all.
Day was done,
A setting Sun.
Darkness here,
And yet.
Somethings missing.
Where is
The Moon?
Is it,
At play,
Hidden by Clouds?
You tell me you love me.
I know it is true,
For knowing you,
Is the best thing I do.
The wind in the Willows
plays new melodies,
while branches rub others,
the sound puts me at ease.
Words leap from my mind
but stick in my throat
for I am too lame
and will never emote.
Writing the words
is the easiest to do.
It's the spoken word,
sticking , when I think of you.
A light in the eyes,
windows to the past
memories shared with others.
All these should last
but Fate can be fickle
and what was to be
are all the lost dreams
which are in my memory.
Tomorrow will come,
becoming Today
and soon it will be
a new yesterday.
How many days,
must pass us by,
before another
tomorrow is today?
I rode a small horse
to Banberry Cross.
I rode the horse gently,
I didn't need to rush.
Arriving at Olde Banberry Cross,
I began walking, to push
away all the people who
travelled to Banberry Cross.
You rang today.
I wasn't home.
No message was
left on the phone.
Do you love me
as you say you do,
or am I a fascination
of a friend you knew?