I watch her struggle with herself,
her health is on the wane and it is insane
that one once so vibrant can’t function
as she once had. The past two months
have been bad with no relief in sight!
Every night her medication dulls her
and lulls her into a stupor that Superman
couldn’t punch through. You view
her as if in slow-motion and any notion
that she’s improving if behooving you
to rethink your position. This condition
has her doctors befuddled as she becomes
more muddled and unbalanced.
The challenges of life that my wife must face
have replaced every day living
giving us a thankfulness for each day of hope.
But our angst resides in the tragedy of her slow fade.
She, a shade of her former self.
But I remain here to help. She needs me near each day.
And I am here, not wanting it any other way!
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 