Who will read stories to
Jackie, Michael and Mark?
Who will make coffee in the morning
and tease Mary with a cup?
Who will draw the drapes
and sigh to see the dawn come in?
Who will pick up the paper outside,
good as any reason to go out?
Who will straighten up the house
and run the sweeper?
Who will shoo out
the shadow of the night,
and watch a cardinal
across the street
fly off a branch,
and blow away like a poppy
in the breeze?
A Whodunit
Published inIndex of all Poems