Poetry

I was

Kathy Duggan

 

I was doing my crossword

this morning

and something

was making me anxious

I couldn’t remember

what.

 

I was doing my crossword

and I’d forgotten

what it was

making me anxious

and then I remembered

it was death.

 

I am ninety one now

and I feel that I am

I don’t remember

the word,

condemned.

 

I may have ten years

but ten years is

a very short time

to me.

 

I don’t want to die

to leave all this

my little house

all of you.

 

Nothing to look forward to

now all can do

is to look back

into the past.

 

I was doing my crossword ...