A poem in the early hours

A lot is speculated between my sisters and me, about what Dad is going through, even now - a year after Mum's death.  We can't help but notice some things haven't changed around the house.  Mum's old INR blood test results (which determined her warfarin dose) still hang from a bulldog clip in the kitchen.

Dad has had old photos enlarged and framed.

I was awake at 3.45am, on Thursday 26th April.  This poem came to me -

Father lives alone now, but he's busy finding ways
Of keeping mother with him to the end of his days.
So, you'll see her old appointment cards
Are hung up in the kitchen
And reprints of old photographs
Are there to keep her with him.