Sandcastles of Time

We erected sandcastles on the seashore. I designed them and you painstakingly formed them into edifices, complete with turrets, flags, and moats. We even won the contest for the most authentic. Now the only castles we build are in our imaginations. You don’t even recognize your queen anymore, and I am sad at the ravages that Alzheimers has afflicted my king. Oh, to be young again, sit at sunset and watch the tide sweep away our castles, slowly and gently. Perhaps we can sit on the balcony tonight and hold hands. This may be the day you once more call me queen.