For Worse

January 20, 2009
By Susan Pfitzinger, Oconomowoc, WI

She was blind and he just couldn’t see.
He was mute when she needed to be comforted.
She was deaf, but he wouldn’t listen.
He couldn’t smell, so he didn’t think to get her flowers.
She died alone.
A weight was lifted, as she sank down.
He rejoiced; he was free to do nothing.

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