About Alzheimer’s. I should have known.
My Bliss
H. W. Bryce
Fading memories…
Precious things are memories,
Golden moments framed–
Technicolor snapshots to live again,
To cherish…
So why can’t I remember
How we fell apart?
Did we fall apart?
Or was it me?
Where went that memory?
What has happened here to me?
I guess it got lost somewhere in the past
Or simply buried in the clutter of my mind.
Perhaps it’s in the water
That has flowed now under that famous bridge
I guess it never learned to swim,
And now it’s lost at sea…
Oh how I miss that memory
Of how we fell in love…
I know we fell in love.
We fell in love, didn’t we?
But my memories are fading now,
No longer in the scene.
And I long for how we’ve been
Something tells me that we have been…
And then he greets me,
Where could it be that he has been?
And we smile, we hug, we kiss…
And bliss returns to us.
And yes, of course, we met the night
He landed on our soil,
All bedraggled, lost, and lean—
It brought my mothering instincts out
Soon replaced by desire,
And he took my hand
And both, we knew…
That this was our destiny
This was to be, and was, our bliss.
And if my memory fades again
I know that I will hold on fast
To this: And I will not let it pass,
He is my bliss!
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