Her eyes would glaze over,

a slurring of speech

some hazardous moments

an unnatural breech.

Soon she declined

deprived of sound mind, and who knows

what images lay there behind.

Within some months she was carried off

peremptorily by unseen forces.

In the darkness the answer lay

the divine intervention of counterplay.

 

Now the daughters have taken over, the house retained

improvements made.

The front has gone, the side enlarged

power tools are swarming and the air is dust.

More dust,  the air is dust.

I sit and listen to new life and ponder -

from dust to dust

Life is dust.