he thinks I’m his wife
the resident in room twelve
but I died last year
so why am I here — and how
did I cook his eggs?
Tree Top Haiku
Haiku from the pen of Christine Goodnough
he thinks I’m his wife
the resident in room twelve
but I died last year
so why am I here — and how
did I cook his eggs?
Tree Top Haiku 
Thanks for the funnies 🙂
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You’re welcome. There are times when you laugh, though the overall picture is sad.
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