THE LIMA BEAN

Death is only an old door
  Set in a garden wall.
On quiet hinges it gives at dusk,
  When the thrushes call.

Along the lintel are green leaves,
  Beyond, the light lies still;
Very weary and willing feet
  Go over that sill.

There is nothing to trouble any heart,
  Nothing to hurt at all.
Death is only an old door
  In a garden wall.
 
~ Nancy Byrd Turner

The Lima Bean that

was so wanted and

so loved isn't

meant to be. He has

gone over the sill and

my heart is broken.