I walked down to room 317

She was there in her chair

Clutching to her chin the white Teddy Bear

Who softly offered something other.

“It’s not the same, this life anymore

with Henry gone – I can’t ask him.”

I place in her hand the host

and then the wine.

Communion for her

singled now in her room.

Clock ticking away until she can ask again

but by then she won’t need to.