photos she left and a hoard of pills

for she wont need them anymore,

sedatives, pain-killers, lotions, not

prescribed upon that farther shore

 

arks of chemical power designed

for every ailment under the sun,

yet none will cure bereavement,

guilt and grief at what I've done

 

in later times she suffered plenty

her end was an unmixed blessing

how best to mix her medications?

to see her once more is pressing

 

they emptied the cupboard, they

detected my depression growing,

suspect I'll try something, hint of

care homes my daughter sowing

 

in her pomp I bought her sweets,

sucking mints and lemon drops

gave no relief as it ate her bones,

the bitter maw that never stops

 

they put her in a capsule to burn

I'm doomed for a closet to decline

her sleeping pills will do the trick

she won't have too long to pine