But I Wouldn't Live There...
the same
imprint on your heart.
A touch of blue
the hue
on the walls, in the air.
A heaviness itself suspends
upends
a normal day or night.
Mothers and their babies cry
or sigh
with relief for the end of pain
A place of healing, hope,
A rope
Tied to life's coattails.
It will all be all right
Tonight
The nurse reflects a brighter smile.
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