Editor’s Note: Dick Weinman’s life in an ALF parallel’s his wife’s life in an Alzheimer’s Facility. His feelings about his wife appear in his poems and essays.
Fingers of Farewell
Departing fingertips, reaching for the last wisp of touch.
Click, click, as smooth nails slip past one another.
Farewell to remembrance, to thought, to knowing,
But feelings remain.
There is a bond . . .
And fingers curl together once more,
Tightening firmly, but gently.
Holding fast – and staying,
As memory fades like the slow departing wisp of a touch.