He sits in his chair all alone in his room
a blanket to cover his knees,
to gaze from the window at roses in bloom
bewildered by all that he sees.
His wife brings his coffee she knows that he’ll spill,
sits down and she helps him to drink,
he stares at her face and with all the best will
he never can quite grasp the link.
She smiles in the hope that he might say her name
but knows in her heart that won't be,
his eyes never moving, his lips still the same,
his feelings will never be free.
She kisses his head as she’s done every day
stands up and then turns round to leave,
she stops in her tracks as his voice starts to say
and his hand gently tugs at her sleeve.
One single tear stains his motionless face
there’s no sign of life in his eyes,
she loves him, she knows he is in the right place
but Parkinson’s broken the ties.
She grips both his hands as the tremors take hold
and clutches them tight to her breast,
the shaking gets worse, she must do as she’s told
and leaves him to sleep and to rest.
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