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PALM SUNDAY IN THE CRY ROOM

Palm Sunday in the cry room
you can’t even hear the story
of Christ’s Passion,
little stories crowd around.
My chair, put up last,
sits where the toddlers want to run.
Holding Amy, I have to keep pulling
my legs in.

Lent’s perimeter is a little off.
We’ve just had our Passion,
from hospital to nursing home
to the last moment with the hardest
breathing. Grandma opened eyes
blue as a kitten’s, something
told me when to pray out loud.

If grandmas in comas can hear,
her going out was Amy’s baby noises.
(Grandma had a month of Amy
conversations–no one else could
understand their words,
no one else could share their secrets.)

Palm Sunday in the cry room,
little stories crowd around.
Someone’s little girl falls folded
in a folding chair.
People come and go with so much crying.

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