“Where’s Henry?” she murmurs,
Her wrinkled eyelids, taut over closed eyes
He just smiles and clasps her hand firmer
“He’s in France, you know,” she wistfully sighs,
“Fighting in the war.”
Dry, thin lips curl at the illusion
He stood, his rickety knees groaning, and hobbled out the door
She watched him leave, eyes glazed with confusion.
Love me tender,
Love me sweet,
Never let me go.
You have made my life complete,
And I love you so.
Her lilting voice swirled down the hall,
Tugging his lips into a grin
He tilted his head and listened; enthralled
She swayed in front of the mirror, her thin fingers touching her wrinkled skin.
“What happened to me Bernie? Why am I old?”
Her wispy white hair curling around her dainty hand
In the reflection she studied him with stormy eyes flecked gold
“That’s the song my husband sang when he presented me the golden wedding band”.
The old man sniffed, raking a hand through his hair
A tear absorbed in his crumpled, dry face
A wistful smile graces his lips, tinged with a veiled despair
He grasped her hand and led her to bed, decorated with flowers and lace.
“Sweet dreams, darling Ellie”
He murmured with a kiss,
Her eyes were glazed, as she stared at the telly
Her mouth flicked up, glinting with bliss.