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I’m sorry I missed the morphing of your bones, the gradual curve of your upper spine, the fish
hook back of weathered women & men, how Time fingered your fortitude into a gelatinous
pudding. You’re half the woman you used to be when you took in a child whose eyes had
been shielded from the clouds and storms that tormented her from adults who didn't
know up from down. You offered her warmth & opportunities & fertilized her
curiosity with normal ticks of a clock. There were dogs & cats & hamsters;
peanut brittle on the stove top, chicken fingers & fries, apples & advice
from experienced lips, a tongue that licked like a doe on her fawn’s
belly. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to share a bit of the burden that
fell off of your shoulders like glass shards. I should have
been there to vacuum the pieces from the carpet, to
lift you up a bit & give you a hug when you
needed to lie down for a nap.
SISTER, LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE DONE
by John Dorroh
