In memory of Davy Jones (1945-2012)
Last train to Clarkesville.
I’m on it with you.
Cowbells jingling,
daydream believing.
My teenage years echoed
with your singing.
I hate last trains.
copyright @Shirley Elmokadem
The Widower’s House
Curtains are drawn
doors are locked,
the loud ticking of the clock,
her perfume hangs
in the air, clings
to the cushions
on her chair.
Shirley Cook 
That was lovely. So very moving.