A poem by Stan Raines
Did he say to me
before he called
“Do you want to come?”
There was peace I had sought
Away from the ruck and fervor
OF loving sisters
Always the service and fetching
The ointments in my distress,
So soothing at the touch,
The meals and pampering
But also
The distress of living
The stench all cry against
The bickering cries of houses divided
And [...]

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