and of her little children too
although thankfully she ensured
gas did not leak into their bodies.
She comments on the indifference
of the moon because nature does not care
for us forlorn creatures and our despair.
I picture a resigned woman at her desk
still creating beautiful and poignant words
just days before her demise.
What inner turmoil she must have suffered
with her children too young to understand
the horrors lying in their mother's mind,
dying the only exit she could find.