poemtober day 8- elderly

 
marie died on tuesday.
i heard she had a fall on her 
way to the bathroom, even
the first floor heard her body slam.
she ordered a scoop of vanilla
and a scoop of chocolate 
with extra whipped cream. 
she loved chocolate bars but
couldnt eat them anymore.
her husband died a few years ago,
his name was elmer. 
she knit him sweaters between meals
and he’d wear them when the
air conditioner turned on.