One Crane
Two Crane
Three four five
Thousands in bowls
Vases
Boxes
Drawers
I was told they would heal
Make her better
Send away sickness
A thousand lined
Each wall
Hanging
Flying
Floating
One crane
Two crane
Three four five...
All shoved away
Packed away
Thrown away.
Gone.
I was told they'd save her-
But now she's dead.
Gone.
Put into a box
Put away
Forgotten about...
Death to the little paper birds
Just like the death of hers
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Paper Cranes
PoetryAt least seven years ago, a friend of my mine was dying and she was not given much time left to live. My older sister read in a book that making a thousand paper cranes would make her well again, so she began. She made boxes full of thousands of the...
