I honor my wife and her pre-dementia memory by being grateful for our children’s successes.
As a loving husband to a wife who’s suffering from late stage dementia, my heart is broken.
As a loving husband to a wife who’s suffering from late stage dementia, my heart is broken.
In spite of the struggles with their parents and all my children have endured, I am proud of their accomplishments, amazingly they have found inner strength and courage. I take comfort knowing my children’s hopes and dreams have exceeded mine.
Living inside the past 23 years, I’ve lost my father to cancer, my son to gun violence, my sister to heart failure, and my nephew to a drug overdose. My daughter lost the grandmother who raised her and was hopeful I would be found suitable and set free, when I wasn’t, as a family we were crushed. My baby needs her father and my wife her husband.
My Pain! My Love! I Am Conflicted!
As a man made of flesh and blood
A living moving breathing wonderful
Creation of the Almighty
I find myself a son born of a man
Growing older now and yes I must admit
Many long years have passed in this
Life for me
As the husband of a precious wife
The privileged father of many beautiful
Children
I must take meaningful time to reflect
Upon all that has happened good and
The bad
My pain! My Love! I am conflicted!
So long ago two people a woman and a man
Together joined hearts a union we made
Never to be voided never to be betrayed
Sadly so often the case! The temptations!
The overwhelming storms, which we must all
Endure
My Pain! My Love! I am conflicted!
Wrong choices! Mad choices!
Moments of stolen pleasures
Never taken without decisive consequences
To one day manifest
My Pain! My Love! I am conflicted!
Now I’m needed! I’m hoped for! I’m expected day by day!
This is my vine of inflammatory consumption a wine
So sweet to the taste but yet so bitter to dispel
From within my inward parts
My Pain! My Love! I am conflicted!
By nightfall I lie awake days on end where is he?
How is she? Like a bad dream I pray! This will
Only be a memory of a sad time that once was and now is
No more! My Pain! My Love! I am conflicted!
So many hearts must be mended, grievous wounds must be made
Clean and whole, a healing balm must appear, a portal
Must be opened!
