Page 31 - Who Are You-Reflections of a Dementia Survivor

I did not know
Ten years ago
When I lowered you
On that Saturday morn
That Life goes on with each day new
And though late at night, I may weep for you
My days are bright
With you in my mind
Such love and laughter still to find.

For now I know
All those years ago
When I married you
On that Friday eve
The words we said
That day we wed
Words from the heart
Till death do us part
Those words to trust
For it’s when we die, loved ones
Part from us.