Bio Note: I am my husband’s caretaker for now, on his journey with Dementia. It is a unique experience for both of us. This is a poem for him. We are coming up on fifty years being together. These are the thoughts he related to me. He is my fading light .
Slow Fading Light
Brain synapses no longer connect. The sad loss of a lifetime of memories floating slowly into a fading light. I strain to keep them close to me. It is all that I am. Frustrated, scared, and angry at the loss. They are the things that were. A new path with dwindling distant recall a new souvenir of my fading light. My lantern, my beacon, my wife makes a safe passageway for me.
©2022 Carol Tahir
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