~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You cannot escape the responsibility of tomorrow by evading it today. - Abraham Lincoln Silence gathers like dust on the piano lid—unplayed songs folded into brittle paper wings. The hummingbird feeder hangs empty, sunlight glinting off dried nectar. Each day our hands relearn the slow syntax of stiffness. Morning pills rattle accusations in amber bottles. Who will read the warning labels when our eyes retreat? Childless. No daughters to decipher our fading ink. No sons to steady the wobble of ascending stairs. Lincoln’s shadow lengthens across the porch: Tomorrow arrives hungry. You cannot feed it yesterday’s excuses. We scan horizons for villages built of shared tremors where neighbors become soft euphemistic nouns—caregiver, listener, stayer~ before the light fails completely.
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