The CallA Poem by Invisible InkA poem for my mother-in-law and all women
Previous Version This is a previous version of The Call. It was the spring waiting for summer to knock when we got the call out of the blue sky it dropped like a million tiny bombs into our ears, into out hearts she had breast cancer what? time to assimilate the information grasping for some response time moved slowly as minutes made hours and hours made days until that day breasts were cut away and time to heal in that long voyage that made day into night what to say how to feel when nothing is good enough, nothing can make up for losing that part
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1 Review Added on May 29, 2009 Last Updated on June 10, 2009 AuthorInvisible InkNCAbout"I guess I wrote in invisible ink, Oh, I've tried to think how I could have made it appear"- Aimee Mann Open the cage and set the bird free. I am a writer. A poet. Words have saved me. I am a .. more..Writing
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