If she had known,
she might have answered her telephone,
let the dog out one more time,
refilled his bowl.
She would’ve worn a newer nightgown.
As it was,
she was just so
tired, so bone-heavy
tired.
She turned on the television,
crawled beneath her comforter, took
Tomorrow
for granted.
Jennifer L. Freed writes mostly poetry, and occasionally some micro fiction. Other work can be seen at jfreed.weebly.com.
Wow, that is clever. Poignant too.
That last stanza! So wonderful.
Thanks to both of you for your words and for taking the time to comment. I’m glad you liked it.
This is truly beautiful Jennifer. Like a lovely poem that says it all.
Magical! How I wish I could write like you.
Congratulations! Great Story!
That’s a remarkable story regardless of the word count. Well done!