Back in 2022, said Father,
she sold the best oven
we ever had
you could heat
the whole garden with it
and the bread was not
to be beat
and don’t get me started
on the cars sold in 2021… 

Many things went in 2022
and they were hard to fathom
but there was still
daily bread
morning coffee
sunrise, high noon,
sunset
or sundowning as may be the case
and the dead of night
longest in December
and these things came
and went depending
on the phase
of the moon or the firing
of synapses growing
out of touch 

the days were predictably
unpredictable
in oh so many ways
as tables turned
as age advanced
as cognition declined
as the seasons danced
and weather engineered
caused stirs to say the least 

2022 was rife with upheaval
bones were broken

yet there were glories
and comforts mixed through
along with one clear bright star
who grew and grew
but for all that
the Widow Wyile for one
is not sad to bid the year adieu