My second husband died of Alzheimer's after a 10 year journey. I was his caregiver. This poem was written after he died.

One Last Time

Looking back there were so many last times:
The last time flying to visit family,
Going out to dinner,
Visiting friend's,
Shopping.
The last time getting up from a chair,
Standing,
Getting out of bed,
Swallowing.
Then one last breath.
The journey was so long and hard
But still at the end
I wanted one last time.

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