To take death by Maggie Devers
To take death
Maggie Devers
Chin hairs, on my grandma when she died.
My mother sick with regret.
We are all exposed in death
And she took it on
The chin
Hairs of my friend’s grandmother when she died.
A decade later and half a world away
And her mother’s similar despair.
Why didn’t I warn her?
How could I forget?
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