She looks at me and I know in that quickest of seconds something is wrong. "Mom? Mom?!" And she crumples against my sister. I saw the confusion in my mom's eyes and now I see the panic in my sister's. My mom, limp on the ground, isn't responding to my repeated pleas. "She's having a stroke! She's having a stroke!" Panic makes my sister's voice frantic. We've been here before.
All around people are crowding waytooclose, but the shouts for EMS can't drown out the burst of silence suddenly in my head. My sister and I lock eyes, transported to when this happened before, wondering... worrying...
This was written the day after my mom collapsed at a concert my sister and I took her to for her birthday. She's okay now, but we're both very worried because last time she had a couple "mini strokes" (I think they're called TIAs?), they led to a severe stroke that almost killed her (the past one alluded to in the poem). So while she's brushing it off as no big deal, it really impacted me, and this is my attempt to deal with those feelings.