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What does it take?
Dad….seizure, shaking on the stretcher. I can see his feet
jumping.
He said his heart hurt. Had two
aspirin and some orange juice.
Said his heart really hurt.
Sister….watched a shooting star and held my hand. I can see
her eyes glisten.
She said she missed me. I was
going to be back in December.
Said she already missed me.
Mother….eased dropped on her talking to him. I can see her
lying words.
“The truth!” I said. Two lips
tensely fixed, shades of blue and purple.
“I am.” She lied again.
Sister….innocent youth and experimental drinking. I can see
her turkey club lunch.
She said she was sorry. An
eventful night brought to an abrupt end.
“Some more tissue?” I said, and
“I am so sorry I let it happen again.”
Life’s Flight has Crashed too Soon
They would have said she was a great poet.
A teacher of the arts,
a philosopher of literature
and a expert of magical thinking.
They would have said she will always be remembered.
Made a lasting impression in history,
as a scholar from some prestigious college,
that became a novelist of many.
They would have said her children will carry on her legacy.
Lessons exampled through her and her devoted husband
and taught well in the passion of her works.
Yes, they would have said many things,
but the opportunity never arose
and the rest of life’s moments slipped away.
Her future left her too soon,
this college student sitting on the plane.
She never made the ride home
and nothing was ever able to be said about anything.
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