This poem was written in 2017 by Edmund Fitzgerald who was a caregiver for his wife Pat.

The frightened look, the unformed words.
Sadness in your eyes, a cry for help.
Unable to understand, to accept.
Your womanhood is slipping away.

There is no yesterday, hardly a tomorrow.
Our worlds closing in, friends lost.
Simple things once natural now complex.
Sometimes I react in loveless anger.

There is a lesson to be taught each day.
Remember those words now 55 years old.
A happy day of love and celebration.
Yes, partners until death do us part.

I will honor those vows without regret.
Hard and tiring with no response.
Your look cries to me, desperate needs.
I will love you until our lamps die out.

Kiss me softly, I touch your hand.
In sickness and in health.
Tears start to fall.
You are my love.

Hear me, hear me.
Till death do us part.


  1. pam weinstein on February 3, 2018 at 9:56 pm

    very touching and real–a hard thing to pin down and a very lovely real memory
    thank you for the share and for you work to love.

  2. Bridgit on February 3, 2018 at 11:08 pm

    What a beautiful poem which captures the love and devotion felt and experienced between my dad and my mom. I’m so proud of their authentic, loving relationship and being such tremendous role models to their children and grandchildren. Dad was amazing with mom’s illness and I am quite certain that mom felt dad’s love, strong and clear throughout…from their budding love, over their lifetime of shared joyful, warm adventures and right through to the challenging end. What a love story!