"Your mother's gone"
She said over the phone
and fear ran through me like lightning
my chest tightened
my chest loosened
And I began again
trying, reaching
"Your aunt's in the hospital"
She said over the phone
and power ran through me like lightning
my family tightened
her children became like mine
And I began again
teaching, loving
"We lost Her"
He said over the phone
and shock ran through me like lightning
my breath tightened
and I was sick
And I couldn't begin again
broken, beaten
alone.
But I am my mother, a teacher in my heart
and I am my Aunt, loving her children
and I will be my last Aunt, a steel magnolia
Holding my family together,
The Last One Standing.
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