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The Call

by Chloe Sanders

Easter 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 © 2021 Chloe Sanders

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