Jerene Entered

Picked

poem

The hospital vomiting blood.

I don’t breathe, until the doctor

Assures us she’ll be okay.

Then, faced with a two-week stay,

And me having to work,

My parents came to pick-up Swep 8,

Jeremy 5, take them back home

To Mississippi.  As Mother

Packed Jeremy’s bear in the trunk,

Face down, big, gray eyes up,

Jeremy said, “No Maha,

Kirby is too little to be locked

In the dark all by himself.”