6. Pendleton blankets of white

As the first light of dawn crept over my face
words could not say just how my heart sank
as I fell to the floor and cried in your lap

Your hair long again and pulled into a bun
and through trusty old frames
You looked at me again

Wearing a robe with patterns of satin
and nursing a pillow embroidered with light
I couldn't believe a chance had been given
For one last goodbye my beautiful mate