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That old living room couch
just as soft as the
first time I curled up on it.
The television kept me company
granny watched me, but I missed mom.
The living room was clouding
and the TV hazy as I drifted in and out.
Granny took off-
frantically screaming, outside to get pop.
I felt a wet stream
rolling down my face
starting just at the right corner of my mouth.
Granny was on the telephone
and I was in the rocking
chair
The chair I used to spin in
until I sat still and the room still turned.
This spinning I didn't have to wind.
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Pop crouched in front of me,
asking me to say his name.
And I felt the tears as I tried but couldn't.
In the ambulance he asked me about my horses,
I couldn't produce the sound that he wanted
to hear.
He kept asking.
The bright lights shown on the thin sheet across
my chest.
I didn't know where I was or what had happened.
All I knew was that mom was holding my hand.
-Candice
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