Everything Changes
While sewing curtains
on the diningroom table
grand daughter asked,
“Are you any good at making curtains?”
Laughing you said, “Well I used to be”
Everything changes
We drove that day for yet
another medical appointment,
the Subaru had a flat tire,
you were thankful I was there,
said I should live to 94,
we needed each other
we make a good team
we always have,
agreed.
Everything Changes
next morning, too, my sister texted
“Yes, I do have cancer…
so I’ll wait for a surgeon to call.”
Everything Changes
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