“I am useless!” she said,
The tears flowing down her face.
“I can’t do anything, can’t do anything for you”
She shouted through the tears.
These were the words that came to me
As I came into the room.
My wonderful wife
Sitting there in abject misery,
Her body was so weakened
That walking across the room
Was an effort.
Whose mind was losing to dementia.
These times of clarity brought home to her
An awful truth,
“Do you still love me?
Are you going to leave me?”
Were the questions
That kept hurting me.
I tell her I love he,r
I tell her I will always be with her,
But her mind cannot accept this.
She is scared,
Scared that I may go,
But in my mind
There is only one thing that I can do,
All I can do,
Is love her more.