many things may change

in a week, I don’t mean

the weather, although it

would certainly qualify,

 

Joan fell yesterday,

aged ninety-six

a fractured hip, too frail

to undergo surgery,

she was a land army girl

made of strong stuff, so

we are left pondering

potential outcomes,

 

over breakfast we discuss

mortality and how we have

become the eldest of our

tribe, albeit still feel young

 

we have put the weekend

on hold and await news

that will not be good, the

house is strangely quiet

© GRS 4/25