Raw Truth — My Life.

Life Dance — Copyright Brooklyn Muse

One morning
Death came to visit.
Tumor, they said.
We do not know, they said.

Lung operation they said.
No way, I replied.
Yes, we must.
Husband leaves.
(can’t DEAL apparently)

Anesthesiologist whispers…
“Benign”…
They knew right away.
Drugged, I hear clearly.
I return from above my body.

I also heard a Strong Voice.
I Told No One.
Not Your Time,
You Must Raise Them.
My Son, My Daughter.

A Mold Spore
from Antiques- they said.
You will be fine they said.
I cry.
My Daughter. My Son.

One morning
Death came to visit.
He did not stay.
He left with steadfast quickness.
My Daughter. My Son.
Single Life.

Brooklyn Muse (editor) - Medium

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