For You Sis

Stripping the bed

I have a memory
Of floorboards
Ripped from a frame
The skeleton exposed
And still
I cannot see
Why I feel sad

She stares and looks away
Time stained sheets
Stripped from the bed
The faded pillows dragged
Until
The bed is bare
We were too small

Crisp linen fills the air
The layers
Pressed flat and hushed
Embroidered covers gold
Damask
A mask to wear
I’ll never know

You’ve always been a cool matron
Wrapping over the truth of it.