A wounded bird, trying
to nurse back.
Leave me be.
Walk around me
Don’t engage me.
I’ll get my chores done, the kids,
the house, dinner. But when that’s done,
leave me be.
I need time. It is slow and it hurts.
But for my kids.
Not for you
Not for me
for my kids.
And my mother.
83
Probably lying awake
like me
worrying.
