Two Daughter Dungeon Dance

 

dungeon dance

Like ants crawling over a carcass

Or gulls swooping in for a morsel

They came

Not in a colony or flock

Just two

Daughters on the edge

Unable to carry the weight of transition

The clinging to normalcy

The security in surroundings

Decision to dismiss

Mother dungeon bound.

Now death has that chapter ended

What lingers is the Denial Dance.

On the anniversary of my mom transported to a nursing home on the bad list. My mother was crushed. The decision created a hurricane of deceit and thievery; theirs to remember and justify.

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Poetry storage, genealogy research and tribute to my grandson with Down Syndrome . Creativity is my outlet--expressions in acrylics, accomplished quilter , doll maker and writer. Please visit my shop sites. Thank you for stopping in!
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