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Balancing Act
Isabelle5

It is a hard year for the Littles,
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with one grandmother gone,
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two grandfathers at Death's door,
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balanced by three grandchildren born.
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We spend hours waiting,
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praying for speedy release
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or a doctor's careful hands
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to unblock a heart that has
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finally rebelled at years
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of too much food,
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too little exercise.
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We spend more hours welcoming,
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cooing over tiny feet and toes,
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the first smiles and laughs,
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the scent of stale urine and old
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forgotten in the scent of newborn.
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Who will replace me
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when it is my turn to go?
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First stop, Heaven's nursery,
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to rock the children yet to come
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and whisper secrets of those
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to whom they go.
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10 Sep 14


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