every day
3 pm
pulls out pastry from purse
handing him home-baked goodness
and
of course
coffee in white plastic mug
sits forward
sad eyes sending sparks
he picks up sweetness
hand trembling
taking bite
this he chews and swallows
no coughs no sneezes
and
of course
sips coffee
almost spilling
she watches
this she can do
in this little room
so unlike home
to make a home
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