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Just Yesterday
She lay smiling on the operating table
this, an adventure, like all our others
I held her hand as her smile, suddenly
hidden under the anaesthetic face mask
was found in her eyes
with each breath she stepped
further from me
I felt her try to lift her eyelids
each one weighed down by sleepy anvils
I felt her hand empty of her
and let me go
waiting in her room I follow cracks in the wall
before I hear the squeaky wheel of her bed and
craning her woozy head backward
“did you hold my hand Dad?”
“yes”
“I knew you would”
Thrush's Song: Project
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