New China

Since you died,I’ve got a new pan

And eight china mugs

With

William Morris designs

on them

Because the old ones have disappeared

Or broken.

I wish you could see the new chair.

I look at it,

Coral red.

I am ill again.

Illness is said to be common in

“The bereaved.”

I wonder, when I will get better.

Better.Bitter.

Every day a little change occurs so

this is not the home you left.

I don’t know if I have even begun to grieve yet.

The shock of human betrayal took my mind away.

The sun shines but a frost bit the plants

I know how they feel.

I think.

Frost or fire?