moving closer

He’s older now – and frailer, his footsteps not so sure,

He lingers for a moment – outside the shut front door,

The house, his home of fifty years or more,

No longer his.


He hopes

It’s for the best,

He’s moving closer.


Reluctantly he takes the arm of one who’s standing near,

His failing health and frequent falls her ever present fear,

What if, with none his cries for help to hear,

He lay alone?


She feels

It’s for the best,

He’s moving closer.


The years have all too quickly passed, the months, the years, the days,

Her memories forever strong, his fading in the haze,

It won’t be long the parting of the ways,

They know too well.


Slipping away,

It’s for the best,

He’s moving closer.

Published by peteraird134510580

Nothing particularly interesting to say other than I'm a GP with an interest in emotional well-being, an avid Somerset County Cricket Club supporter and a poor example of a Christian who likes to put finger to keyboard from time to time and who is foolish enough to think that someone out there may be interested enough to read what I've written. Some of these blogs have grown over time and some portions of earlier blogs reappear in slightly different forms in later blogs. Apologies for the repetition. What I have posted today (6th August 2018) consists of what I have written over the last few years - whether I write anything ever again, only time will tell.

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