We erected sand castles on the shore
I designed them and you painstakingly formed them
Into edifices complete with turrets, flags, and moats.
We even won the contest for the most authentic.
Now the only castles we build are in our imaginations.
You don’t even recognize your queen anymore and I
am sad at the ravages that alzheimers has afflicted my king.
Oh, to be young again and sit at sunset and watch the tide
sweep away our castles, slowly and gently.
Perhaps we can sit on the balcony tonight and hold hands.
This may be the day you call me your queen again .