Moonlit Night With My Love

The moon was bright as ever, I took my husband’s hand, I led him to the park, and we stopped to play in the sand. Long his memory faded, like a child was he, I watched as in wonder, he stopped and laughed at me. I took his hand once more and took him on our way, but he began to shout, he wanted to stay and play. I told him that I loved him; he said he loved me too, and in that tiny moment, I felt him shining through. Once again it faded, and once again gone, I took his hand, my husband, and led him back home. The Alzheimer’s he experienced was eating at his mind, but nothing in this world, could force me to resign.