the almost amended will

she took

care of the elderly men

in her

neighborhood,

and church,

bathing

and feeding each one,

changing

their clothes.

giving them pedicures

and manicures,

haircuts,

massaging their shoulders

and combing their

baby like hair.

and with each visit

she'd bring

them a sweet cake

from the market.

candy or ice-cream,

perhaps

from the bakery, an eclair.

she believed 

that with each old man,

there was a pot

of gold at the end of

the rainbow,

and there might have

been if she

had been smart enough

to move their trembling

hands with a pen

across the freshly

amended will.

but she didn't, so it's back

to church she goes,

back to square one.