Every day he would
call to see his wife,
the mother of his children
and with whom
he had spent his life.
He would sit at her bed
and talk softly to her
telling her how their
family and friends were.
She would stare at him
with a blank look
in her eyes
as if what she was
hearing was lies.
She did not recognise
her husband of sixty years
and as he spoke
he fought hard
to hold back his tears.
He would then feed
her ice-cream
as if she was a child
and on some occasions,
he would be
rewarded with a smile.
The woman he had
shared his life
with was gone
but when he
closed his eyes,
he could still see her
when she was twenty-one.
Very sad but beautiful
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Beautiful
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Sad yet beautiful.
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Oh wow. This is so sad and beautiful.
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😁🌼
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I really love your style of writing, and the thoughts you express. Wonderful poem!
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Thanks a lot.
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Outstanding and heartfelt post.
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