it s a sad and guilty feeling since i did not take out your ashes whatever i was fearing never came to passing it s a sad and guilty feeling since i did not drive you to michigan scambling eggs and bacon and you re right here in the kitchen i ve got plans and dreams and all kinds of schemes but now i m beyond all repair for time just ain t no healer with your ashes sitting there i know you have been countin on my ever since your sad cremation day i combed your alzheimer s poety for all that i wished for it to say