She held his hand as he slept, her eyes searching his face lovingly for signs that he was waking.
She didn't see the years upon his skin, the oxygen mask that helped him breath or the white sterile wall of the room he rested in.

She saw the young man whose smiles was for her alone, the tall dark handsome soldier she danced with every night at the Palace.  She saw her husband as he held her tenderly as he lay her upon their bed kissing her neck softly.

She saw the father of their children as she looked out from the kitchen window watching is happy laughing babies with golden hair that glistened in the sun.

She smiled to herself touching his grey hair softly.  Her fingers tracing his lips and then touching hers.
Always she whispered to him.  The nurse touched her shoulder and said in a soft voice "He is gone Mrs May" "Not gone" she said just waiting.

What I Forgot

What I forgot was death is permanent, and what I wanted to say cannot be said.
What I wanted to hear cannot be heard, if I close my eyes can I speak to the one I forgot.

What I forgot, was to tell them I loved them enough when they were alive.
To spend time with them, to listen to them.  What I forgot was they would not be here forever.

What I forgot, was that I told myself to never forget that time is short.
Tell those you love that you love them.

What I don't forget now having learnt from forgetting:
Is to kiss my children each night, tell them that I love them each day
To smile
To forgive

Will I eventually forget who I am, maybe
But then, what will I forget I have forgotten
Or if I remember what I have forgotten
Did I actually forget........