You don’t know how much
you can take until too much
puts steel in your spine.
There wasn’t much brand new
on the apple drop before one
child faced a knife and the other
channeled Woody Guthrie.
Putting miles on wings
my youngest brought
dust bowl determination
to see her sister safe
on the other side of the fog.
Planted in a garden of leather and clocks
prayers watched hours spin while faith
didn’t surrender a thought to negative.
When doctors’ hands had finished
chipping through stone to bring freedom
two sisters curled into giggles of healing.
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