What are you doing here?
the old lady asked
looking at me bemusedly
from round the couch

The black face
and green eyes
in a show of friendliness

Slowly ambling
round from
her place
of repose

But sound had long gone
from her world
which became a dark
and painful abode

One sunny day
the choice was made
but she didn't want to
not really

Lola went over the Rainbow Bridge on 9 October 2013

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