Late Lunch

We started visiting six weeks ago,
and every time we meant to share a meal
when we were done, but each of us would grow
too stressed while watching Mom that weak and frail.
We lost all appetite, and didn’t know
a better plan than getting to our homes.
But as of yesterday, she’s doing so
much better we’re convinced that she will heal.
We drank and ate, and felt the afterglow.

(Magic 9)

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