A Moment’s Breath to Forget

Her arms are strong. Lifting the weight
off those around her: making chicken soup
for everyone sick in bed, sterilizing the house
after a nasty virus has whole families in its
clutches, kindly closing the door so no one sees
her suffer. Alone, leaning her back against
the wall, she slides down
to a squat with a quiver in her lip, weeks later,
or maybe it was years. You never can tell
when time is on its way.

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2 Comments

  1. Oh how true the last few lines ring.

  2. I can really really feel that one if you know what I mean?


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