I’ve spend the last two days reflecting on the meaning of love, perhaps, because of the time of year. My reflections will give me something to write about in the coming weeks. For now …
At one time I worked with elderly people where one of them was in cognitive decline. I would often see them soon after a diagnosis was confirmed. A difficult time. Anticipating the road ahead for them and for the surviving partner, I would explore the resilience of the relationship. I found the themes were invariably the same: humour, and being there for the other. Their thinking so alike, they were two peas in a pod.
I learned from the themes in these relationships, yes humour and presence, as simple as it sounds, works. So this post is for them.
The tremor
She averts her gaze from the future
to his arms on the table
they are strong and still as a bridge
the junction,
where his smile carries her over
a dawn bird
A Shared Space 
Your poem reminded me of a song written and performed by Rebecca Wright. I saw Rebecca perform it. She said she had been working in a call centre and she often spoke to elderly people who had lost a life-long partner. You may need tissues. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i7ruAMBzi2s
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Yes, tissues! Beautiful voice. I found it very rewarding working with the elderly and will again, I’m sure.
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Wow, what a wonderful recognition of life and ageing.
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It is.
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Such a moving poem, and so pertinent to those of us connected to the aged and the sadness of grief. such a great choice of photo to convey it too.
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Thank you! Sometimes, one watches for the subtle, discreet signs. They convey so much more. Glad you liked the pic!
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Yes, always we attend.
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