We All Rally, Trying To Fix Her
We all rally; trying to fix her.
None of us were experts, and now we are screaming
That we are
I know the most about this, my brother is a nurse
I know how to fix her, my sister is a doctor
I am the mother of eighteen, I should lead the way
She lies on the pavement, unmoving.
Blinking her eyes for the last time.
We were so busy arguing that none of us noticed.
She quietly transitioned
On her own,
glad to make her escape.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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