Wednesday, February 13, 2013


The woman who had died
Recently, was hundred
And twenty years
She said but maybe
I just overheard
The sound of forgetfulness
In a cracking voice unheard
For almost a century
Can you believe
She asked me
No one has come here
For over fifty years
I looked at the curtains
Deep folds
Told me a truth
I better left unstirred