Wasn't it yesterday that she was in their garden
watering the roses, looking every bit golden …?
Wasn't it yesterday that she made him his favorite soup
as it rained cats and dogs in an unending loop …?
Wasn't it yesterday that she walked hand in hand
with him in their couple mittens, all unplanned …?
Wasn't it yesterday that she wore the tangerine dress,
that he disliked, yet loved for it was her in it nonetheless …?
Wasn't it yesterday …?
Beautiful poem. Love is the only feeling which Alzheimer's can not from you. Exquisitely developed the theme into a marvellous poem loved it. Top score.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sorry for the typo…. " Alzheimer's can not from you."….