Yesterday was a bad day. So I wrote another poem feeling useless. Sorry.
There are places I will not let my head lead me
As I pat my husbands pillow
There are clothes I cannot fold
As I look inside his wardrobe
Too many sweet memories cloud my mind
And I have to keep them all at bay.
I must stay strong for him
And not allow the grief to show
Tears lie in wait as I move around the house
It is not his house any more
He would not recognise it.
Alien objects are collected
Chairs, commodes, stair lifts, zimmers
All in place for his return
The moment I know now will never happen.