TO MY HUSBAND

When I look back over Time’s terrain,

Our last ten years, our lost ten years,

And see the landscape shaped by pain,

I try, but can’t control my tears.

We had so many hopes and dreams,

So many places planned to go.

But plans were pointless, it would seem -

We were heading to this Land of Woe.

For I now live in a blighted place,

The country of Fibro and of ME.

And, of all our longed-for destinations,

This was not a place we’d planned to be.

But, when I wake up every day,

And see your kind and caring face,

I realise that here is good,

For here I’m loved,

This is my place.

Ffion