She feels overwhelmed
knowing that the love of her life
doesn't always remember that
for the last fifty years
she has been his devoted wife.

Each day she sticks to the
usual routine.
She fixes his coffee,
two sugars with a splash of cream.

They sit on the porch and watch
the horses across graze and swish their tails.
They sip their coffee,
Then walk to the mailbox to get the mail.

He speaks of a time that seems
like yesterday.
She encourages him to say whatever
he wishes to say.

Words get stuck in that moment in time,
his frustration is there
but she pats his hand to
assure him everything will...