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Night Flight

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The moment  

I knew  

my mother was leaving—  

no word, no signal,  

just a slight shift  

in the staff's routine,  

moving through  

the dim quiet  

of the critical room;  

tending machines,  

securing trays,  

smoothing blankets,  

quietly closing the blinds  

on a life,  

while the world  

ghosted below  

in darkness.

 

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M.C. Newberry

Mon 2nd Sep 2024 13:28

A theme that finds a companion in the work of Sir John Betjeman.
The presentation is simple and all the better for it.

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Mon 2nd Sep 2024 09:16

A famliar scene...very touching Tom.

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