#927498 added September 26, 2018 at 1:52pm Restrictions: None
Dear Caretaker
I imagine a woman who looks after the elderly and how they might feel for their caretaker:
Elderly or Blind, Near The Door
Snuff the candle in my hall
pocket silver from my heart --
my cluttered attic
your destiny
pillage.
Spare not a memory
before I die.
Strange framed faces
stare back as I puzzle
pieces of memory
carried out in the night
under long coats
and over-sized bags.
Don't forget the plug
on that sweet exit.
Relief.
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