When I thought she was gone,
no more conversations with her voice now worn,
tears coursed down cheeks unbidden
and when she at last answered the phone,
flooded this time with relief.
For someday soon will be the day
there is no answer or
a call will come to say she has
slipped from this realm
Let her go.
Not a matter of whether
one more day, we have one more.
Margaret Dubay Mikus
From Thrown Again into the Frazzle Machine