she's fallen before
this is the last time
mouth clamped shut with awful pain
she fell who knows when
her fingers won't bend
she won't sew for me again
her forehead is cold
I should fix her hair
spiritless the way she fell
flies buzz me away
I think I will clean
the cobwebs from the ceiling
and polish windows
farewell my good friend
I did not visit enough
enjoy the daisies
First appearance: PoemHunter.com (2016)