Not To Worry Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Not To Worry



She calls from four thousand miles away
when others think she is resting
still weak, breathless, disoriented.
Another mini-stroke after a fall
but not to 'worry'!
Then we hear all the stories;
how she hides things
doesn't want to shower
won't use her walker, her oxygen,
sneaks pills from the cabinet.
I wish there was a pill
for this ache in my heart.

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