Terrace:         Creaky, squeaky door
                     Old, wooden floor
                     Loved, D sits by the drawer

Backyard:      Used, worn out grass
                     Hard, gray stone path
                     D sits, sipping her flask

Dining Room:  Surrounded every Christmas day,
                      Chinese dishes on little trays
                      D arranges glass figures in a display             

Basement:       We sit, the baseball game is on
                       On D’s beloved chair, looking onto the lawn
                       Now, D is gone.