Alzheimers And The Husband Poem by jackilton peachum

How can I say to you—? I loved her so—still do!
I think I've grown old—very tired and very quickly.
The light of reason went out in her eyes a long time ago.]
No longer the woman I married, the woman I adored
- she left--a reflection remained—breath and body—
a picture incomplete of someone you once knew.
I tended her for years, her most intimate needs,
more of her than I needed to see—then that grew wearisome—and there was the pillow.