Take Care
In her hands a white bandage
slowly wraps around an arm, withered from 93 years of life
the fall wasn't fatal
and we thank God for that.
Stay at home and pray
we were never told that, but we know that it is right
fingertips lose the feel of anyone else but herself
but it isn't about you right now
so, sush.
still the thought creeps up like the ebb of water
time has been standing still for so long
all the horses are out in the open, green fields
all that remains is indoors
repeated reminders to myself
"flowers grow from winter all the time"
be patient
take care.
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