To my wifeA Poem by petec3638love poemTo my wife We are getting older, dear We are not as spritely as we were I will make you a promise To care for you as long as I can. Well dearest my skills became
insufficient The time has come for me To hand over to others For them to take care of you. I do love you My skill now will be to sit by
your side To hold your hand And give you drinks. Mop your brow Say that I do love you Just as much May be even more. The young active girl Will live on in my head and heart In the morning and in the evening I will remember you. Until the day that join with you At the ‘Innominate Tarn’ On the Buttermere Fells Wild Rose Oct 2025 © 2025 petec3638Reviews
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