NAN
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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
condo 1004A
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