Bad Med

Escorting Mom back home – she isn’t dead –
we settled her with medicines and rails
around each toilet and beside her bed,
installed a shower chair because she’s frail
(she’s 95, and lately tips the scale
at least 12 pounds below her normal weight).
She seemed to manage there (we stayed till 8).
But when the extra pills arrived next night,
she swallowed one, got dizzy, lost her gait
and fell. That medication wasn’t right …

(Dizain)

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