For Memaw
The stillness in the room was like the stillness in the air
with stale sheets and crumpled tissues
with empty syringes and prescriptions never filled
They thought they had one more day
people related only by blood stood
looking at the stale sheets
they had thought they were ready for this
no one was ready for change
the stillness in the room was like the stillness in the air
as a girl
the only one brave enough
took five steps towards the body in the stale sheets
she didn't cry
or begin to wail at the sight of the mouth hanging open
she brushed away a stray hair from her face
everyone began to sob
she closed her eyes as one tear escaped from her own
and walked away
as everyone cried over something they could not change.
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Poetry That Breathes
PoetryJust poems I've entered these into contests and won some. I don't really enter anymore. I hope you vote and comment!
