I sit in the corner of a Jersey apartment.
Sirens blare while my brother watches in excitement.
Younger than I, he doesn’t notice my concealed face.
As I worry about drunk parents finding this place.
My Grandma walks over with porcelain cups.
Curiosity doesn’t end as I go to reach up.
A breath to tame the heat while I greet this concoction.
This elixir of water, sugar and Lipton.
Simple by design, yet tricky to master.
No longer thinking “how long this’ll last for?”
Final I sip, embracing my Grandma’s gesture of faith.
Who needs comfort food when there’s Tea to die for?
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson5 days ago in Fiction
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"This elixir of water, sugar and Lipton." - uhhuh! Also love your subtitle. Good poem!