Being a Care Taker
It happening again
I see it
Even with me
eyes closed
I talking about my
sister Brenda
you know.
I wanted it
many times.
Jerry first than mom.
The shortness
of breath.
That feeling of
what next.
Standing behind
her walker
Oxygen hose
It all the same
you know.
Brenda fell down
yesterday
It all happening
the same way.
I want to crawl
into a small hole
and just peek out
now and than.
Until her or my life
come to that very end.
If it was not for God.
To walk us through
I don't know what
I would do .
Because
It happening again...
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