Trinkets (first edit)

[billy]

i really like the simplicity of the poem.
the feeling of sadness allows the reader to see some kind of illness in the old woman. just a couple of points below.

I meant this to be a little staccato and hard to read, Thoughts welcome. 
Trinkets
Week nights
I would head upstairs
two minutes before seven, and an [at] at the beginning would be better than [and] at the end
 
turn on 'Murder She Wrote'
for my mother – her favourite show.
She would beam;
grateful of trinkets now. trinkets feel like the wrong word. no need for [now]
 
Some nights
I'd go back down to my room
and sob.