Struggling for each breath
- mouthfuls of air for god’s sake -,
I said “stop working so hard;
take it easy, Mam”
Dying,
yet still forced to work;
take it easy.
take it easy.
Her hand, in mine, slackened;
she took it easy,
her eyes fell to the side.
Now I ask, did I speed her on her way?
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