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Today, I am sharing a slice of life that has lived only in my heart
Until today.
There was much to celebrate
That evening
Grilled salmon, steamed asparagus, bargain wine,
I recounted my trip down the West Side
My meeting, getting final approval.
"Take your laptop with you," he suggested,
"you might get some work done," not realizing
What lie ahead.
I left before coffee, after the early-morning call.
An accident, an ambulance, precautions.
I found them still in the ER, waiting for results.
"C1C2 fracture, Level 1 trauma," he said,
"hopeful, fingers, toes moving," not knowing,
What lie ahead.
Conversations, concerns, signs,
Suggesting a miracle,
There was so much more to celebrate
That morning.
4 comments:
Anita,
The repetition of "there was much to celebrate" really bookended this poem so naturally. Your phrasing is exquisite. Hope all is well.
A powerful poem and I agree with Fran the repetition of that phrase pulled it all together. But my bigger thoughts are you and family ok. It hints at a much deeper story to tell some day.
The tension you build in this poem is incredible. I love the past paced movement, and the hope provided at the end.
OH, Anita, wow. You have captured just enough snippets of details to show the powerful and scary accident, and yet there was hope enough for us to know it would turn out ok with the "there was much to celebrate" bookends, as Fran said. Thank you for entrusting this slice of your life with us for the first time.
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