His frail wrinkled hand shivers
cautiously laying it on top of his wife’s.
Not wanting to disturb the sleep,
of the most unforgettable love of his life.
Barely able to open her eyes to see
yet able to feel his tender touch.
She smiles with a sigh and tries to reply
with how she yearns for him so much.
A deep heavy sleep she drifts back to
as he examines the needle in her arm.
Wishing desperately that he could save her.
Saving her from further harm.
Reminiscent his daydreams now become
remembering the first day that they met.
Once only a waitress in a small cafe
Now a woman he’ll never forget.
Looking back on the good times that they’ve had
in the past breathtaking fifty years..
The times of love making, laughing and fighting
making life for them more precious and dear.
At the end of their routine like days
he would play their favorite song
and pick her up into his arms
and kindly ask her to dance along.
And so they danced into the sunsets
never looking away from one another..
Wanting to make that single moment last.
Wanting to dance on forever..
Anniversaries pass and their children have grown.
Still, as the day ends, he turns out the lights..
letting the music help him sweep her away
along with him to an unforgettable night ..
The beeping on the monitors awaken him
from the days of life uncomplicated..
Wishing that there was some sacrifice to make.
Determined to fight, so dedicated..
He rolls over to her on the hospital bed
running his fingers through her thin grey hair..
Whispering a tune, a tune from their song
hoping to sooth her thoughts in there..
Removing the tubes to the side of her face,
kisses on her eyes and nose, he plants.
”My love, My darling, My Ginger Rogers,
may I have this one last dance?”.
With all the strength she has inside
she raises her hand up to his own
and right where they lay their hands do sway
giving her a feeling of home..
His quivering mouth rests next to her ears
as he hums to her, their tune.
Knowing that deep down within himself
she will be leaving him behind very soon..
Mumbling, she turns to him and says
”My love, my darling, my Fred Astaire,
don’t be saddened at my time near at hand.
Just remember I’ll always be there.
When you feel the room become lonely
and you feel the need to prance.
Feel free to take me along with you
to share our ever lasting, never forgotten,