Mom’s Almost-Fall

She didn’t fall, exactly – more a slide,
slow-motion and against the idling car,
until she gently met the asphalt. Pride
dictated her denial, but by far
it was the softest topple. Sure we are
relieved we saw no injury. We held
her and uprighted her, without a jar,
escorting her upstairs in fact unfelled.


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