Wednesday, 12 September 2012

Wednesday, September 12, 2012 A poem i wrote one day last year


MEMORY LOSS

He is there inside

I hear his voice

It is his mouth

These are his words

It is his body

But is he there

He knows I’m me

And I know it IS he

We laugh, we sing, but

It is not really WE.

I am there inside

He hears my voice

It is my mouth

These are my words

It is my body

And I am there

But does he know it’s me

We cuddle we love

But we’re not really WE

it was his mouth it was my mouth,
it was his body it was my body

We laughed, we cuddled, we sang, we loved
When he was he and I was me.

And we were WE

Don't be too sad when you read this as I am up and down and that was a down day...we are we but we are WE in a new kind of life.  Today was a good day, we babysat..our love, Finley. g'nite.


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