they're serving lunch now

take me

home,

she said, as i pushed

the wheel

chair

away from

the Senior Home

painted 

yellow.

i miss my house,

my garden,

my dog, she murmured

over sobs.

i kept pushing

until

she stopped crying,

and then she

turned

her head

to me

and said, we should

go back.

what time is it?

i think they're serving

lunch now.