Spills

 

    I spilled a fruit-drink
    Over my desk and down
    The back.  “Oh no!” I
    Shouted as I always do.
    Jessica barked, “What
    Now?”  She watched me
    Intently as I rushed about

    Wiping it up
    With a towel, using
    A cleaner, not getting
    It clean enough.  She
    Sat still watching as
    I raised my hands
    In apology.  “Sorry.

    I shouldn’t have yelled.
    Susan wouldn’t have,
    But we don’t have her
    Any more,” I said, going
    On thinking Jessica
    Came later. Susan
    Was already gone.