A man by the name Bob Lowe wrote this poem for his wife who passed away a few years earlier. This 93-year-old gentleman loved his wife dearly. For six decades they were married, through the tough times of war, their love could not be stopped. Mr. Lowe, I hope one day I get to experience the kind of love you shared with your wife. Get the tissues handy, you will need them.
I am alone, now I know it’s true
There was a time when we were two
Those were the days when we would chat
Doing little jobs of this and that
We’d go to the shops and select our meals
But now I’m one I know how it feels
To try and cook or have meals on wheels
The rooms are empty there’s not a sound
Sometimes I’m lost and wander round
To look for jobs that I can do
To bring back the days when we were two
When darkness falls and curtains drawn
That’s when I feel most forlorn
But I must be honest and tell the truth
I’m not quite alone and here’s the proof
Because beside me in her chair
She quietly waits our time to share
Kath said to me some time ago
Darling when the time comes for us to go
Let’s mix our ashes and be together
So we can snuggle up for ever and ever.