My Fault, My Most Grievous Fault

Didn't want to leave her
but she said it was all right
Not sure, I moved her wheelchair
up against the stairwall, tight

Mass at 9 I told her
"Go" she said "don't be late"
and so I went but reluctantly
wanting, most, to wait

She told me not to worry
"they'll be coming right along"
(Tommy, Lily) "they'll be here
"nothing will go wrong"

Coming home, I saw out front
The ambulance, flashing light
Told me nothing, knew at once
that things were not all right

The medics told me, right out flat
she fell and hit her head
"How could you leave her alone like that?"
Didn't hear what else they said