But it's my mom who has kept a journal and who has written so many poems. She gave me a notebook of them and I'm slowly putting them into Word, 2-3 at a time, so we can all share them when she's gone.
My father died from Alzheimers - she wrote this when he was just beginning to slip. He was 12 years older than her. He lived another eight years, but by the end he did not recognize his children. I'm not sure he knew my mom was his wife. We were always careful never to press him on that.
Midnight April 2/3 1995
I’m losing you
The nuances of our life are gone.
You are here in words
but the words have lost their shadings.
Oh, my darling
I must grow up.
You are leaving me.
You are such a sweet man
but I know I have become
a mystery to you.
Leave you alone to
rest in your world.
It is a fine place
& I know I am the
star of it.
But the light there is dimmer –
It is truly the beginning
of midnight
& I grieve for us.