Poured a glass of water from the faucet.
In the kitchen of old is the silence.
I walked like granddaughter, Jeanne, fast,
She carries him declining.
The water swirls in a glass
And splashing over she takes the peak
Jeanne should have cleaned this splash
Because the floor has track of leak.
But she reached the door that was closed,
That room where her grandfather dwells,
It is necessary for one step to unclose
Right now, she will make it well.
The mother is not yet home and she is continuing care
She comes exactly six, give her out,
Grandfather gets from her all headache
Jeanne to them does not recount.
The door creaked then opened to pass
And Jeanne is looking at the glass,
The water whirling but almost intact
And grandfather is sitting mighty bust.
She leads him to the bed to intent
Give him tablets a glass and care
There are more forces to the vet
From that war a lot of ache.
