Piles of papers Stacked on the dining room table I swear every day to sort One pile at a time
Greeting cards from Christmas From Mothers’ Day From Valentine’s Day Some from family and friends
And then From my late husband And the memories flood in Then there are bills that need filing
Next are the insurance statements From his hospital stays And the sticky notes he wrote reminders on I can’t throw away anything I find with his handwriting
There is a menu from the hospital room Where he circled different foods That later he could no longer eat And now I know why these piles have been here so long
I really feel this one.