The sun is low in the heavens aboveThe sky is close to all blueI sit here alone, looking out to seaMy mind filled with thoughts of youI let the sand pour through my fingersJust like your hair used to doWhen you an I sat togetherOn those days of long, long, agoBut you and I are still togetherIf anything my love has grownAs I look in your eyes so puzzledThey appear to be in the unknownAlzheimer's, the name they gave itCame like a thief in the nightBit by bit stole your memoryNow we fight it with all of our mightI can tell when your memory is workingYou look at me with a childs guileI know the remembrance is thereAs we look at each other and smileI thank God for the strength he gives meTo fight the problems we shareI will tell you each day that I love youAnd for you, I will always be thereMichael Christopher Daly
Short stories and poetry about growing up in Limerick, Ireland written by Lelia Street native Michael C. Daly now living in New York
Thursday, January 17, 2008
"Loving You"
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