Dementia 2 – Love Stories
Love Story 1
His fire is fading
He tires easily
His feet betray him
He can’t remember
People
Words
Why we will no longer
Allow him to drive
But he can still give
Great big hugs
And sloppy kisses
And he can still
Tell me he loves me
In is chocolaty rich
Deep dark voice
These things he does
Every time
Every time I see him
They are the extravagance
The legacy
The security of my father’s
Gifts to me
It’s no wonder I can’t resist them.
Love Story 2
Sisters
Why don’t you come?
You have to come!
For the “I love you”s,
For the hugs,
And the kisses.
Do you not understand this?
Do you not grasp their richness?
How will you miss them
When they are gone
If you are not here today?
Am I to suffer this joy alone?
With whom will I share these
Vestiges of our father’s love
When they are no longer
Feelable,
No longer hearable,
But only glimmers
In the heart
To hold on to him by?
JEHW
January 3, 2015
gratefullyyourstoday 
Oh Janie, you have captured so well what can remain when so much has fled. Thank you.
Janie– this is your best work. Xo Louise
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