Poetry

Nightshade and Elderberry

She knows what’s best,

she would do no harm

and I would never doubt

or ask a question.

Day in, day out

she works hard,

comes home for a moment

to leave not long after.

It’s at the point where

I don’t see her much

these days.

It’s killing me

to see her so,

to see her take solace

in those long hours

when her coworkers never even

call on her or check in

by phone.

But she knows what’s best,

she would do no harm

and I would never doubt

or question her.

She cares for me

in the little time we share

as I grow sicker, weaker.

She brings fresh berries home

to make sweet treats

that have all

tasted bitter.

She tries, and I happily oblige her.

She loves me . . .

I, I think.

But she knows what’s best,

she wud

du nnoo rrroongg

nd i

  i

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Edit: It looks like the block was deleted when I hastily edited this earlier. The Mouse played a part in the inspiration with the poison references in his latest post. Go check out those Twisted Tales he weaves!

And please forgive my editing mistake.

7 thoughts on “Nightshade and Elderberry

    1. Oof! I accidentally deleted the block that mentioned him! He was actually was a part of the inspiration ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

      It’s fixed now. Thank you for the compliment and for the catch! ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ–ค

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