Thirty Three years more
Tears fall silently on my pillow;
I choke back the sobs.
This man lying beside me sleeping peacefully;
Unaware of my utter despair.
You promised me thirty three more years.
Stay with me my love; I am not ready.
I am frightened of the grim time ahead.
This thief called dementia
Robs my love of our precious memories.
How long will you remember our times together?
How long will you see me?
Why do they call it Sundowners?
That seems wonderful and idyllic;
not a robber of our sweet evenings together.
But I will take them just to be with you.
My friend, my lover, my confidant, my everything.
You have given me the best years of my life.
I will give to you my patience,
my kindness and my unswerving love.
I will gently guide you and walk with you.
I will laugh with you, cry with you, and pray with you.
For better for worse
For richer for poorer
In sickness and health
Bound together by this thing called love
For thirty three more years;.
Author: Deborah Overbey
Written for the love of my life!
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My husband was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Dementia a couple of years ago. He has quickly gone down hill. I have redone the poem and want to have you take another look at it.