I am sorry, widows.
I am sorry, widows.
I am sorry for only giving you a lunch or two out.
I am sorry for only sending a card on your birthday.
I am sorry for letting you go.
I am sorry I didn’t organize your fringe of friends
Into taking care of you when you were sick.
I am sorry I didn’t move into the guest bedroom
And bring your meds on time,
And crackers and juice,
And fresh water and hot tea;
And watch TV in the living room
So you would know someone was here,
While you got better.
Poetry, pictures and thoughts for starting over at 8.
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