We were fifteen minutes from their house when Grandma called.
Grandpa was on the floor; she needed help.
Mom and I arrived and we got Grandpa off the floor.
We tried to get him in a comfortable position.
I had to leave the room, I don’t know why.
I walked into the kitchen,
Stared out the window,
Watching life go on:
Cars driving past,
A blue jay bathing in the birdbath,
Robins frolicking in the azalea bush,
Squirrels preparing for winter
And the spider weaving her web.
Death has spun her web
Around this house.