Between Then and Now

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I wear my heart on an open page,
Free for all to read if they take the time,
But who can see what’s not visible here,
Realise what is written between the lines.

Who can relate to a pain so cruel,
Stripped to the bone, a soul that bleeds,
Another day lost, another year,
Helplessness brings me to my knees.

Distant now, and out of reach,
Some other time, in a place not far,
Cocooned in remembrance, a single blink,
As fragile as a new born star.

Holding to my lips a delicate hand
That once held mine, or caressed my brow,
Spotted, gnarled, with papery skin,
The situation is reversed here now.

She turns to me, and pulls me close,
Her smile can warm the coolest day,
Recognition becomes my guiding light,
And chases dementia’s shadows away.
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About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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