he wakes from his morphine mist
looks up to see my sisters
and my mother
and me
all standing around
in a room suddenly thick with panic
am i dying?
all eyes turn swiftly to me
of all people like my mother
likes to say
being what it is
that it is in moments like this
above all others where
the truth is all we really need
yes, you are.
Jeffrey Spahr-Summers is a poet, writer, photographer and publisher, who can be found at jeffreyspahrsummers.com.
