To take death

Maggie Devers

Chin hairs, on my grandma when she died.

My mother sick with regret.

We are all exposed in death

And she took it on

The chin

Hairs of my friend’s grandmother when she died.

A decade later and half a world away

And her mother’s similar despair.

Why didn’t I warn her?

How could I forget?

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