It was the 3rd of July
100 plus degrees
her cancer had returned.
the picnic was tomorrow
her kitchen was asunder
so she came to mine
to make brownies and potato salad
to pretend that things
were not what they were
to reach to her life
quiet and hanging in the sky.
Finally drained to the core
she lay down on the blue couch
in the room of endless windows
and Bob the big black lab
jumped up and lay beside her
placing his massive paw
on her frail and tender arm
letting her burdens pass into him
as he rested his loppy head upon hers.
Photo by Jaye Haych on Unsplash
