Your last days.
I wrote these words on Easter Monday evening while caring for my wife in Hospital.
My sun is setting slowly in the West
the skies are getting darker now,
the golden days of sunshine of our lives
are over now ,they were the best.
I’m sitting at your bedside all the time,
I cannot bear the thought of you alone,
I must be here to care for you,
What shall I do without you on my own?
Perhaps by chance you will get better dear,
perhaps a miracle will happen,who does know?
and then we’ll be together once again
setting each other’s hearts with love aglow.
E.W.Peters. April 2017.