Like Poirot, I look for clues,
though nothing quite adds up.
What time did the lady rise?
Shall I say what I am thinking?
I fear that I must tread eggshells
for today she may be broken
The clues are formal and informal
framed in each new scene.
Did the lady bathe herself today?
Her hair properly brushed?
Other answers simply await
the appropriate question
There are weeks without clues
just days piling onto other days.
How slowly does she speak?
Has she had her medication?
Patience is a virtue and a blessing
so I think before we speak
in the aftermath
poem © copyright Brian Shirra 2012