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Balancing Act

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

10 Sep 14

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