Feeling Helpless
My wife has become an insomniac,
during ebon hours she doesn’t sleep.
Like an owl she’s become nocturnal,
I wish again she was counting sheep.
But dementia does this to a person,
God put us together, she’s in my keep.
All of my days start off the same,
and most days, when alone, I weep.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2025
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