Pail

When she wept I handed her
A pail to slip her tears into
She was graceful as she cried
And ate and slept

Sometimes I think
Thoughts I thought some time ago
If I'd recognize her piney perfume
Or her soft chirp I once
Sung with harmoniously

Her hair now dove white
Light rays hit with ease
Having done all they could
For discoloration

And I can't help but wonder
What outcome may have come
If I had thought to hold the pail