Good-bye, with Love
By
Barbara Fraser
Ray loved boats, boating, and tinkering with boats. He and his wife (D.M.M.W.), my aunt, spent many memorable summers camping at several of Ontario's lakes.
This poem is what he, or any other captive of a dementia, might have said in parting, had they been able to do so.
for D.M.M.W.
In memory of Ray
(1928 - 2008)
I see
Algonquin Fall
our paddling
silently
through reeds
into
open water
the sunset
....aaah...
I feel
a creeping dimness
swaddle me
like a warm blanket
then a comfortable
sigh a release
from the struggle
for breath
for life
...aaaah...
If only
I could tell
you
I love you
I love you
....aaaaah...
© Barbara Fraser 2008
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