A poem by Valerie Wynne
Dedicated to her husband Ray
"I write this poem just because I do not understand
Why you should be chosen from all the people in the land
Chosen to have this illness that can last for years and years
Knowing it brings less lauhter and makes a few more tears.
I know you have some memories of years so long ago
But minutes are forgotton as your frowns they tell me so
We keep mislaying lots of things and you say it's never you
Your moods are ever changing but your homour still shines through.
Something together we joke and laugh
And you hand becomes 'a book'
Where you 'write down' my mishaps
Perhaps one day i'll have a look
We still hold hands when walking
Or together we link arms
You'll turn and smile at something
Just one of your old charms.
It's hard not to lose my patience
But you will never ever know
How I try to hide my tears from you
As I still love you so."