…you stayed like that
for forty years
caring for the children Maurice the poodle
Millie the wire haired dachshund
Trixie the cat
in that order
refrigerator magnets neatly in a line..
places we had been or our daughter
straying not too far
from each other…..tramping through
green fields and dark forests
and I often wonder if you dreamed
of being that singer…..you
with the lovely voice
who sang for no one but me
when we were both alive.