My little firefly, you think age has made you sour but to me it's quite the opposite,
You're like my favourite childhood memory that leaves me smiling every single time, you think you no longer hold your charms but if only you knew what the sight of you does to me every morning,
I'm stuck in '85 because my life with you has been on replay, like my favourite 80's album, old but classic,
My little firefly, I'll hold our memories for both of us and I'll remind you every morning of how bright your light still shines.
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P.S
I wondered how couples living with dementia got along and this came to mind.
~Robyn~
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The heart that cried wolf
Poetry~ This book contains several write ups like the one below ~ I use to think that whatever you put into the universe would always come back to you, just like a boomerang, but not all boomerangs return to their throwers, I've played the role of putting...
