The Call by Chloe SandersEaster went well
Certaintly,
Perfectly
Swell.
Till The Call
Everthing went into a spiraling freefall
They had said you were fine
Sitting up, middle finger up
Time was a flurry of things
Your blood pressure dropping
but not stopping
Hours and hours of no sleep
Closest kin, just your daughter
Papers to sign
Decisions to make
Never no sleep, always awake 06/09/2010 Posted on 06/09/2010 Copyright © 2024 Chloe Sanders
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