Not sure if I’ve shared this poem before, but I quite like it so thought I would share today. I shared it on a Parkies Facebook page that I follow that was asking people to share their talent, their arts and crafts. My Mother was a bit of an artist and my home is home to a number of her pictures. I can’t paint to save myself – mind you I’ve never gone to an art class post school to try. My ‘thing’ is poetry. Often they are amusing little ditties, but every now and then I feel the urge to write something with more meaning. This is one of them.
To my love… Will you hold my hand when I’m old and gray? Will you hold my hand when I’m old? Will you kiss my lips as you do today? If I may make so bold… Will you look with love in these eyes of mine… When age begins to show? Will you drink with me that sweet red wine… And share the candles glow? Will you share my bed at the end of day… And be there when I awake? Will you love me dear, when I’m old and gray… Will you soothe me when I ache? Will you see beyond my wrinkled face… Or if I’m old and bent? Will you love me dear when I slow my pace… And my energy is spent? Will you be with me, when I laugh or cry… Will you be with me when I smile? Will you stay with me as the years go by… Will you stay with me a while? Will you love me dear, as you do today… As the passing years unfold? Will you hold my hand when I’m old and gray? Will you hold my hand when I’m old?
My journey with Parkinsons 