Edna Ash had not permitted <br />her husband Harvey <br />to step foot in the living room. <br />In fact she didn’t allow her daughter <br />to step foot in either. <br />I don’t know what the living room <br />represented to her, <br />perhaps a pristine showcase for furniture, <br />but Harvey never disputed her command. <br />And now he never would. <br />Dead. <br />And the daughter barely alive <br />having just suffered her fourth <br />nervous breakdown <br />watching her father’s face <br />turn blue <br />as he toppled helplessly from a chair <br />near an open window <br />in the kitchen.<br /><br />Charles Chaim Wax<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-the-last-forty-two-years/
