She stood by his bed and wept.
She gripped his hand but he did not feel it.
Her brown hair let down,
tassels thrown around.
...
The woman he cherished no longer felt pain.
He came to the their dwelling, but she wasn’t inside.
She lay outside, in a patch of soil, soaked through with rain.
“Why have you left me? ” he wailed as if she had lied,
...
There once was a woman named Bella,
was ditzy but had a great fella.
His first name was Tom.
She bought him a bomb.
...
Drip drop
Flitter flutter flap
Crackle cruckle snap
Nibble nibble munch
...
She danced through the night like an eagle in the sky.
Her feather would flutter and twirl and spin,
All he could do was gaze in awe.
As she flew over to him he stuck out his hand
...
Cowboys
Galloping west
On stallions brave and bold
dodging cacti, herding cattle
...
Sailing through the wind
Golden leaves caress the air
Gliding gently down
...
The leaves call out to me.
The rocks sing my name.
The birds gossip about everything I do.
The branches groan with a wanting for me.
...
Weeping Bedside
She stood by his bed and wept.
She gripped his hand but he did not feel it.
Her brown hair let down,
tassels thrown around.
She had been here for days.
Not getting up to even eat.
The doctors had tried, tried, tried
and failed all the same.
She lay her head on his chest
hoping, just hoping to hear what she knew she wouldn’t.
Nothing.
No breathing no thumping.
Nothing.
Slowly each mournful tear wetted his shirt.
She looked at his face, so caring and loving before,
cold and lifeless now.
The tears wouldn’t stop.
Her Arthur was dead.