This poem was written in 2017 by Edmund Fitzgerald who was a caregiver for his wife Pat.
The frightened look, the unformed words.
Sadness in your eyes, a cry for help.
Unable to understand, to accept.
Your womanhood is slipping away.
There is no yesterday, hardly a tomorrow.
Our worlds closing in, friends lost.
Simple things once natural now complex.
Sometimes I react in loveless anger.
There is a lesson to be taught each day.
Remember those words now 55 years old.
A happy day of love and celebration.
Yes, partners until death do us part.
I will honor those vows without regret.
Hard and tiring with no response.
Your look cries to me, desperate needs.
I will love you until our lamps die out.
Kiss me softly, I touch your hand.
In sickness and in health.
Tears start to fall.
You are my love.
Hear me, hear me.
Till death do us part.