My heart
bleeds for you.
I had never
forgot the
things you do,
i still appreciate you.

Maybe with time,
i will one day
really become
unrecognisable,
smiling toothless
sitting down
by your side
with my frail
body as you
reach out to me.

Will you still
need me,
will you still
love me,
will you still
hold me and
say those
beautiful words still.

Would you still
look into my
wrinkled face and
still kiss my
twisted lips.

Would you walk
with me still
with my wobbly legs
and bent back.

Would you be
patient with me
as my weak bladder
droll ***** all
over as i
pace the floor
with you.

As you chat
with me and
i stare away
into the space
but never heard
anything you said,
because of my
failing ears or
didn't understand
anything you said,
by reason of dementia,
would you be
angry with me.

As I mess up
my clothes with
food on the
dining table because
of my Parkinson's
shaky hands,
or quadriplegic hands
would you be patient
and not shout down
or scold me
for not being perfect.

Maybe with time
as time goes on,
it will happen.
Promise me you
will stay by
my side and
love me still.
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