Hydrangea
Darting and blue:
Vigorous.
Weak-necked and heavy-headed,
“Stop mourning!” her pride choked,
Gasping for breath:
Combative.
By tubes and tests, prayers and will,
Pillow-propped up:
Bionic.
Bruised and scabbed, body failing,
Limbs puffy and empretzeled,
Her wits in waves:
Acerbic.
To others, winged and unseen
To us, again:
Accepting.
Unimagined will,
Inerrant beauty, then
Transforming.
Sallow, sunken cheeks arose,
Enduring scars of age retreated,
Cracked alabaster creases ‘came porcelain,
Drooped lips entersed,
Placqued teeth bared,
Nostrils filled,
Body wholed,
A wife’s smile,
A mother’s smile,
A child’s smile.
The sun of life emerged, burst forth,
The perfect, room-blinding smile,
Hydrangea-like:
Blooming still
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