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Sep 2015
She looks at me and I know in that
             something is wrong.

And she
       against my sister.
I saw the
       in my mom's eyes
and now I see the
       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
                   We've been here before.

All around people are crowding
but the shouts for EMS can't
              drown out the
of silence suddenly in my head.
My sister and I lock eyes,
to when this happened before,

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.
Written by
AmberLynne  Louisiana
     Monika, Weeping willow, Leaetta May, ---, --- and 2 others
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