he thinks I’m his wife
the resident in room twelve
but I died last year
so why am I here — and how
did I cook his eggs?
dementia
The Last Age
mist-clouded sunset
he looks for her in the shadows
the last age
Shoeing the Cat
Grandma with her shoe horn
tries to shoo the cat outside
puss loves this game
I Never Told Her
Dementia
I never told her
it rained again; fall was here
she was somewhere else
