We have been married a long time, 54 years to count in linear mime. We have had our ups and downs, But we will not act like clowns.
The first period was getting to know, The second was enjoying the snow. Third was framework for us to glow. A new little person came in to grow.
Nurtured that baby though growth, Into a young lady the image of both. She reached out to Ballet to shape, Found it cutthroat for her heart scape.
Now, flown the nest, family of her own. I digress, freedom for us to hit the town. That’s not our style, Mum needed care, We rallied round, took, steps to prepare.
The care has been taken from us now, Nursing home took over the plough. We are alone again. But FLD strikes, The home, dementia my wife spikes.
Behaviour problems steel her life, No filters, no boundaries. No strife. Just an empty shell and recalled, Of our life, so much lived and carried
Her emptiness and frustration fill the void, Excessive walking in the home to avoid. Attention span so short she can’t sit still, I am now carer of my beloved broken wife.
The time will come to say goodbye, Another one will exit my life or try. Care will come and take her away, That will be the darkest day.
She will be dead but not dead, just away, In her own world, without a role to play. Her brain eating itself, without a way to stop, Behaviour first then memory then just a pop.
O, why can I not turn back the clock? To times of joy and love in such a big block. I will be free again but only of pain, My beloved will not be on the train.
Do I start again or do I hang on to what I had? Impose myself on others or build a new pad. I am not old in mind but may be in body, Who knows what is in store for this squaddie?
