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And time’s short

She might not remember

Today, tomorrow, or a minute from now

Something important for the next generation

A central tremor waves the lines of each written letter

But she’ll never surrender

Just hold down the fort

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Stockpile the ammo!

Half a dozen pens and pencils

Between the bed sheets

Notebooks and tissues

Magazines and books afloat the waves of the unmade bed

A trail of trailmix down the hallway

fiery passion

And a zest

 

Words of wisdom are held captive on the page

Waiting to be released

As each one of them is read

 

And that’s how you win a war with time

While sitting in bed.

 

Shared with permission of Nan’s friend Carrie Carson