Words uttered,
when under stress,
unnecessary to say
would be my guess.

If I tell you tomorrow,
would you say, what?
or would you just,
keep your mouth shut?

I'll love you tomorrow,
as I do today,
if you will promise,
to not go away.

When words shatter,
against the far wall,
where was the need
to say them at all?

I want naught,
Peace will do.
Riches, don't need,
want to be with you.

Long were the sounds,
bells in the air.
A melodic tune,
heard everywhere.

Lost was the love,
which once was ours.
Lost but not forgotten
resting in the stars.

Ghostly sheets, draped across,
branches, barren of leaves.
Haunting sounds of pest,
slowly moving bye.

When the Moon arose,
full in the Southern sky,
I will know the reason,
God wants you to die.

Fair and just? Not for me,
and wonder why,
other humans, in this world,
seldom question life's end.

Why do good people,
die too soon,
when other nasty people,
continue to carry on. Tell me why.

Northern winds, hard and cold,
crossed the valley, far below.
Clouds of moisture, floating through,
bringing rain and snow, to sow.

Winter winds, the coldest of all,
bring rough weather, sleet and snow.
Weather can be quite nasty,
when Winter winds won't let go.

Twas the night before,
you said to me,
"The night has a thousand eyes"
I was blind and could not see.

A resident in Memory Care has left us.
I remember her, not because of her personality,
but because she was always asking me to assist her.
I don't work there, but it didn't matter.
at least not to her.

She would gesture using her fingers and hands,
to call me over. I would politely decline and
ask an attendant to assist her.

Last Sunday, she was painting a picture using
watercolors. She was happy and
content. She passed away the next evening.
I will remember her face and her bright smile.
God bless you on your journey.

I would like you to talk to me,
like we used to do.
I need you more, now,
for I still love you.

What you are to me,
you were yesterday.
My first true love,
I love and I pray.

You are the light,
you are my soul.
I'll always love you,
as that is my role.

Flowers have grown leggy,
spilling over the side of the pots.
Can't cut them back as the
season moves into Fall.

I'm finding myself,
getting bored with many
of the activities for residents,
who need to be
guided into doing something
that is regulated.
Not for me. I'll write or go
for a walk, stop and talk with
others and water the garden.

I'm not here to do crossword
puzzles. I am here to listen to
music.

A sadness, creeps up on me,
as I think about all the times,
we lived together. The little
things, now big, differ.
Sleeping with each other, in
the same bed, for 66 plus years.
Now I haven't slept with you since
November 22. No room in the hospital
bed and at this point, neither of us
would sleep well. Saddens me.

I spent 6 hours with you today and
you slept. You awoke briefly, several
times and looked at me but didn't
say anything. Is this all that
is left of our wonderful life, together?
Appears to be. Now I would like to have
you pain free and happy.