Before she had me, my mum was a PA and wore green nail polish
1963Before her voice, her heartbeat was my home
sometimes soothing, sometimes racing,
her nineteen-year old brain trying to
decipher her dilemma.
He’d assured her that doing it standing up would be safe.
2018
The consultant and his student are discussing her echo.
See here – arrhythmia, atrial fibrillation, the whirl
of red and blue of tricuspid
regurgitation.
He’s sorry. Too risky for open-heart surgery.
2020
Too raw to write.
But somehow I’m comforted to learn
that astronomers have imaged
an unexpected violet aurora
on a faraway comet.
Spangle McQueen@spanglemcqueen is a happy grandma and hopeful poet living in Sheffield, UK. She is proud to have work published onl ine and/or in print by Three Drops Press; Picaroon; Lonesome October Lit; Bonnie’s Crew; Burning House Press; Foxglove Journal; Strix; Awkward Mermaid; Sad Girl Review; I am not a Silent Poet; and The Writers’ Cafe.
Banner: Moon, a photo (public domain) sourced and digitally altered by Moira J. Saucer.
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