Those who follow Sue Vincent will have read this already. For those who don’t, I recommend her blogs. Unbearably poignant.
He’s bringing tea and coffee through,
With toast and honey, biscuits too,
To pick her up when she feels drained…
And I thought I had got him trained!
I’m sort of glad, though, to be fair,
‘Cause, what with all the missing hair
She’s not the way she used to be…
And prob’bly needs more help than me.
She says I do enough all day
By keeping tennis balls in play
And warming feet and guarding doors
…And cleaning chocolate crumbs from floors.
It’s not enough, what can you do?
The years we had together flew!
We’d time to learn each other’s ways
Put so much laughter in the days…
But soon she’ll cross the rainbow bridge
And I’ll stand quiet by the fridge
And wait there for the final ‘treat’…
And know that love is death’s defeat.