The moon was bright as ever, I took my husband’s hand, I led him to the park, and we stopped to play in the sand.
Long his memory faded, like a child was he, I watched as in wonder, he stopped and laughed at me.
I took his hand once more and took him on our way, but he began to shout, he wanted to stay and play.
I told him that I loved him; he said he loved me too, and in that tiny moment, I felt him shining through.
Once again it faded, and once again gone, I took his hand, my husband, and led him back home.
The Alzheimer’s he experienced was eating at his mind, but nothing in this world, could force me to resign.
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you've only 2 poems?? Such a talent must be as I said before..aired!
Brilliant stuff. Go write!
Very inspirational.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"