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Jun 2018
Ten years ago tonight
we were watching
our mother die.


The bedroom -  with her
beloved blue shutters -
littered with used
medical equipment

her low moans.

Someone inside me
remembers the stench
of cancer

Now  her three daughters
stand in a triangle with
our backs turned -


and no one says a word.
This is a poem my sisters will never see.
Anne Curtin
Written by
Anne Curtin  57/F/Mounds View MN
(57/F/Mounds View MN)   
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