By K.T. McGivens
If I ask you nicely, would you grow old with me? Would you remain beside me, for all the world to see? Would you come home each evening, and share with me your day? And if I asked about your dreams, what is it you would say? Could we travel often? Could I take you near and far? Could we sail upon each ocean, could we wish upon each star? And when I grew much grayer, could I still get you to play? Could I still make sure you’re happy? Could I laugh with you each day? And in our years together, the gardens we could grow, the walks that could be taken, the stories we would know. And when I lay there dying, would you make my side your place, so that the last thing I would see, was the softness of your face? Oh, if you grow old with me I’d promise I would see, that you would have the best of lives and all the best of me.
*This poem is from Dimming the House Lights: Poems by K.T. McGivens, An Anthology, which is available on Amazon. In our conversations, K.T. shared that the poem was written as a romantic piece; however, with her permission, it was included in the staff handbook for a national senior care company that specializes in dementia care.
