An Old Man Reclines
An elderly man's wife dies.
You have seen it before,
you can tell what will happen next.
He will recline in the home
that she wove around him.
Some warmth remains
to pad carpet slippers and housecoats.
The cat will always be
the shadow of her hand.
He is a watcher
not at the funeral or the cemetery
but from the other side of a bed.
He arranges things
then puts them back the way they were.
He places sepia moments
back into a shoe box
that she has provided.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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