Someplace to hang my gown

I had finally found the perfect wood, it was smooth, soft and darkish-brown. for the first time in a long time I felt really good cause soon I would have a place for my gown! I tirelessly sanded, varnished and chipped and found it was a welcome escape. At first my efforts looked nondescript but the ideas in my mindwas takingshape! My fingers had blisters, my arms were sore, my eyes had tears when I began. I wished he would help like he had before, but my husband was a very busy man... Finally the day arrived when it was done, my coat-rack of darkish-brown! I had done it myself with help from no-one, finally I had a place for my gown! Reluctantly at first he agreed to help me, for to put it up was a job for two. But halfway through he stopped for tea and told me that I had the wrong screws. The next day pain and darkness came, I awoke on the diningroom floor. I knew that things were not the same: the life inside me was no more. For a month, a week and a day I lay there, in the hospital in that small little town. For a month, a week and a day I dispaired and could think only of the place for my gown... The day he fetched me I went straight to my room, all I wanted was a place for my gown! But I realized when I entered I was foolish to presume! cause on the floor lay the wood of darkish-brown. I haven't seen him in twenty years - I had long ago left that little town. My eyes still sometimes fill with tears, but I finally have a place for my gown.