The old fellow
planted her flowers,
Every year in
the spring.
His dear wife
admired them greatly,
As he planted,
he'd whistle and sing.
She'd sit on
the front porch,
And watch
him, through eyes full of
Love and of care,
They'd
lived many good years together,
And their
love just grew sweeter each year.
But, this year,
something was missing,
He no longer
whistled or sang,
But still, he
planted her flowers,
And watched
them grow day after day.
But he was becoming
a stranger,
Someone,
his dear wife did not know,
Alzheimers, was
claiming her darling,
And soon to a
home he must go.
At night,
as she watches him sleeping,
She cries for
the man she once knew,
The man, who
once held her and loved her,
Wondering, if
he misses her too.
For sometimes,
when she bends to kiss him,
Teardrops, stream
down his face,
And she holds
him, as they cry together,
In a heart
wrenching, loving embrace.
She knows
sometime soon, she will lose him,
But to Heaven
she's sure he will go,
And that, when
her life is over,
Hand in hand
in God's garden they'll stroll.
Once more, he
will plant her some flowers,
And she'll hear
him whistle and sing,
When, all of
their trials are over,
They'll
be together, forever, again.
-
by Jeannette E. Smith
-
©Eden's
Reflections 2002
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