For lack of love
the spirit died,
from outside in,
love was denied.
Go you now,
you must decide,
to bring together,
and be unified.

Follow the path,
see where it goes.
Smell the flowers,
if there is a Rose.
Walk the shadowed path,
beneath the tall trees.
Hold my hand, once more,
let our minds run free,
as all of the love,
I have for thee,
will manifest,
so amicably.

Off again,
I must go,
to move mountains,
as we prepare,
to move you
into a unit; Memory Care

I sit in my chair,
looking at thee
and I see my love,
with her own beauty.
A shell, mostly empty.
Dementia is the one
which took her from me.

I hear the rain on our sill.
The gurgle of water,
down the gutters is
a nice sound to hear,
as the ground is dry
and I need to plant
new bulbs for Spring.

The Seagull was flying;
into the sky it did soar,
with updraft of air,
above the beautiful Ocean shore.
I love the sound of the waves
as they crash, then crash more.
The cry of a Seagull, in my ear,
on this sunny, windy day,
attacks my senses
as does the smell of sea spray.
Take off your shoes,
barefoot in the sand,
return to Nature,
is yours to command.

My life is almost over,
my judgement day will come,
when I no longer have
a value and I will succumb.

She wakes in the morning.
I've been up for awhile.
No good morning,
not even a smile
and she says, "I don't know
where I am; who are you?"

Dust in the attic,
covers the toys,
used by children,
many ages ago.
Not an interest,
replaced by electronics,
more popular today,
the video games
on your phone.

Hold me close.
Hold me tight.
Say you love me.
Kiss me good night.