02 Feb 2024
Shoes partially unlaced,
left in the corner.
Crochet needles and yarn
next to the bed,
Chocolates hidden around the house,
for snack times that will never come.
Chickens waiting for their feed.
An old dog in her pen,
looking towards the house.
So little left of a life lived,
So little to show I was here.
A car driven to garage sales,
filled with things bought,
but never unloaded.
A shed filled with bargains,
never to be shared at the holidays.
I was here.
He still wears the hat I crocheted for him,
as he held my hand in chemo.
Aroha nui,
Lee Sturgis
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