Goodbye Mrs. Kiddelhopper

death

it's all around

half way across the world

and right at my door step

there's no escaping it

the last year of my life looks like a used afghan

a little unraveling here

and a little unraveling there

and no matter how you try to fix it

it's still there

you do your best

but,

it just doesn't look the same

there's always a hole and tattered ends of the yarn that came apart

you wish you had taken better care of it

Goodbye Mrs. Kiddelhopper, you will be missed

Petie