She sits in the corner of the old folks home
No one to talk to no one to phone
He vists every day, every week
But her future now looks comparatively bleak
She thought they'd still be holding hands
Not reduced to rubber gloves and an old bed pan
His beautiful wife no longer herself
Reduced to a child,by her old bookshelf
Her incredible mind went a long time ago
He didn't want to let his sweetheart go
He did his best, he did what he could
But was reduced to anger at a life no longer good
His lover and friend for many many years
Now unrecognisable but for her shocking blue tears
She used to joke and laugh that if one day
To lose her marbles she would shout a daily profanity
So here she sits all cosy and snug
Her word of the day is to shout butt plug!
He can't help laugh when he enters the room
Tears of a memory gone all too soon.
For my darling husband
Inspired by @ naaviie Elderly Couple
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