Our roles reversed when I was 5 years old
(she didn’t notice and she won’t agree).
Determining that I’d be self-controlled
was my reply to the barbarity
of mother, nurses, powers over me,
that overruled what should have been a hug.
She’s nearly 98 but seems to be
a child yet. I see, accept, and shrug.


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