Being cold
is no story,
about any
glory you
might think
is real,
for staying
warm is
the journey,
for which
we hurry,
as we
move back
to the Norm,
Sun and
some showers,
will bring
forth flowers.
A Spring
viewing pleasure,
no matter
the joy.
Truly a
feast for
one's eyes.
Rejoice now,
if you
know how,
to live
life as
you like.

Brackish the mind,
full of anguish and pain
of a losing of life.
How much time will remain
to relieve these moments,
by trying to explain
to one without reason,
whose forgotten your name?

All dressed in black,
with much golden bling,
earrings dangling from lobes,
'twas a beautiful thing.

A barren plain of sorrow,
is my life's path unchosen,
as I trudge towards the morrow,
of broken dreams, memories lost.
Life was special but isn't now.
Is she about to embark
on this painful journey?
I sit beside her,
she is alone, in her mind.
Providing comfort to her,
reducing the worry,
is my new task.
I cannot bear the thought
of her mental burden,
being this painful for her.
She doesn't remember,
but I still do.
The sadness is destroying me.

I visit my wife, most every day.
Going in early afternoon
and leaving after helping her to bed.
Last night she was confused. Not
knowing what to do. The first time
I have seen this behavior.
No concept of where to go or
what to do next.
She comments, "I'm alone. I need
to be with you."
I believe I now understand. She is
a young girl, in her mind, with no
memory and is mentally alone.
This must frighten her,
when she sits, a broken shell,
from her life before,
but still clinging to the love
she knew.

It ran cold,
it ran hard,
towards the freedom,
it once had.
Being taken away,
while the World watched.
Where does it end?
What do we do,
to protect the lives
of the innocent child?
Cowardice, is a name
you often hear,
as Nations stand by
and do not take action,
to stop the maniacal
conduct of those
committing war crimes.
Stop it now, before it is
too late and other nations
exercise abuse of
Sovereign nation.

How are you today?
he asked from within.
It became very obvious,
she didn't know him.

Sitting and listening,
as my wife introduces
me as her husband,
again, once more,
to those at the Memory
Care Facility, who've heard
this story before.
She isn't aware of the
repetition. I do love it
when she tells them.

I write out the words
of love, in this life,
especially when I'm
thinking about my wife.
She's in a Memory care
home, the rest of her life,
never to return home,
to be with her family

I must leave
I say with a sigh
for it's time for bed
as the dawn draws nigh.
You are my friend
and hear my plea
to help me retain
my lost sanity.
Thank you now,
for all you have done,
to help me be
the original one.
Whatever that means.

First came the Sun
to warm up our day.
Then came the night
to cool the Sun ray.
A sprinkle of rain
brings green to plants,
also slugs and some ants.

Why do you worry,
Why do you cry?
I will not leave you,
Nor will I try.