There is a story to be told in my retirement
It is a story of love. It isn’t puppy love,
young love or the many-splendored love of years
It is lasting love: love over time. Not sexual,
but simply love of each other as partners.
Care is love. Care of what was, what is and
what will come.
We walk slower now, can’t see as before,
and hold hands for warmth and support.
Aging is not uniform or equal. Time takes
from each at its will and whim.
We pray first for the other partner to stay
well, then ourself.
Our bodies slow differently:
Alzheimer’s disease steals bit by bit the light
Nerve systems weaken and short-circuit, arteries
One partner becomes the light, another helps
The story is the caregiver.
Care given daily, constantly, wearily shows
“Until death do us part” is recalled while time
Love becomes duty; honorable, enduring and
How does one tell the story of lasting love?
I tell it by admiring the spouse pushing a
providing mobility and togetherness,
by applauding those who read to the other with
and by praising those who explain, interpret and
encourage loved ones
unable to remember their world.
Any lapses in the past are forgotten with
a lasting love.