If she could write,
if she could say,
it might come out 
just this way.

To my care giving husband,
my heart reaches out to you
through the bindings of time
and it's effects,
into the heart of what 
once was us,

and I thank you,

I thank you for seeing the 
me that is now 
and remembering the me 
that was then,

for putting up with
a body that's driven
by a mind 
that no longer can
find it's way home,

for passing through
life's indignities
and not holding it 
as an expression
of what I've become,

I thank you for being
a husband unlike any other,
for if truth be told,
all would understand

that I am a most fortunate wife,
for I married a man
who is the embodiment 
of our vows,

a man who uses each day
as an expression
of honor,
and if I could tell you

I'd say,
that truly I love you dear.

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Written by: Cara Marie Filipeli