shadow patterns
the flicker
of a memory
shadow patterns
the flicker
of a memory
my days
on the ward
nothing left to knit
more tests
she sinks deeper
into the bed
the doctor’s words
we hear
what we already know
another IV
seeing the drops
in my dreams
loss by loss
how I learn to appreciate
the little things
more tests
the results
still the same
chicken broth
six years old
and sick again
another birthday
so many years
still the same wish