Forged By Fire
We sat at the end of the bed,
Together we held hands,
and our breath too.
We waited,
for the news to repeat.
There was nowhere to go.
Just,
a blank screen.
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Forged by Fire
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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