Flowers by the Bedside

by on March 15, 2014 :: 0 comments

Flowers on the bedside table
warm bread and coffee
stains
an old man’s memory
black
as the maid…
though
she prefers
the title of
housekeeper
he has heard her say
…worries over the children
getting in
the way
of shallow breaths
and
she troubles to hide
the wretchedness of this
not a pretty death
from the happiness
that lives
and sings
the songs that
swing him off to sleep
forever
if ever be
a place
allows a man
a
sleep

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