Another grandmother would visit less,
contribute money more than presence now.
Acknowledging catastrophe, I guess
it’s true another’d try a different how.
But I can’t stay at home while they contend
with hospitals and stroke dimension’s pace
and space, with daily micro-measured mend;
I have to bring my wallet, hands, and face.

It isn’t sacrifice. It will not last.
I view it as a vagabonding year.
The patient will recover. I’ll get past
construction’s hard disruption. Air will clear
and I’ll return to nights of comfort, ease
by day, and seek out new activities.