Nancy



Nancy sits on a dirt pile
face smudged
dark hair askew
stray wisps here and there
feet bare
toes akimbo
mud caked soles
greeting kindergarteners
waving and calling out
they trot by her
nary hearing a word
their own sounds drown her
voice as she sits
mournful
thoughtful
wondering
piecing it through
the bruises
the anguish
the drinking
but the children have spoken
absolved her pain
decreed that she shall not mourn
that she step down from her vantage point
and engage the world as though nothing happened
©Karen Casady 2019

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