Moonlit Night with My Love

A poignant poem about Alzheimer's Disease

MOONLIT NIGHT WITH MY LOVE

The moon was bright as ever, I took my husband’s hand, I led him to the park, and we stopped to play in the sand.

Long his memory faded, like a child was he, I watched as in wonder, he stopped and laughed at me.

I took his hand once more and took him on our way, but he began to shout, he wanted to stay and play.

I told him that I loved him; he said he loved me too, and in that tiny moment, I felt him shining through.

Once again it faded, and once again gone, I took his hand, my husband, and led him back home.

The Alzheimer’s he experienced was eating at his mind, but nothing in this world, could force me to resign.

Sena Slaughter