I have reached a time in life,
Of being old and no one’s wife.

With many friends I can compare,
They share the same despair.

But alone, I could better be
If my hand was held in this Trigeminal neuralgia misery.

To hold my hand,
As the medication makes me unsteady to stand,

I get around in a walker or with a cane
And do not remember all the words I before had in my brain.

Carefully I sit at the edge of my bed when I awake,
Because to fall, I am afraid.

The view from every room… lifts my spirit, and with one ear…
I am thankful the inherited classical music I can still hear.

As a nurse, I cared for seniors most of my life who had a need,
Not expecting their condition I would exceed;

Or need help …
Myself.

But here I am in a different life,
No longer being able to drive.

Learning to accept what it is….
It is.

Even if I live alone,
I can still e-mail or talk on the phone.

Or talk with a visiting friend
‘Til a hopeful painless end.

I try not to wear a robe,
But get up, get dressed, and focus on remembering traveling the globe.

Hoping to be as pain free
As I can be.