Two bottles of milk by the front door,
A neighbour sensed something was wrong.
"She has one bottle delivered each and every day!"
A light was on,
The television flickered through a sliver of open curtain,
But there was no answer to our calls.
A kick, another kick, and the door splintered open.
In the kitchen, by the table and an upturned chair,
She lay where she fell.
A bowl of dry cereal sat waiting,
For an unopened bottle of milk.