Right now several of the people who have come to Sarah House for hospice care are women who are well into their nineties.  To our delight, despite everything, they are chatty, witty, delightful and delighted. 

One of these good women has been sharing her poetry with us.  She calls it doggerel but we think it is pretty good.  It is also often touching.

A sample:

“The phone is strangely silent.

It no longer clamors as before.

But oh! My heart could trip the light fantastic

Just to hear your voice once more.”