Yes, I know you, Fear.
I know…how my mother’s body
screamed when she couldn’t get out of bed.
Her eyes would darken,
swallowing my childhood smile.
I know how my older sister hid her head
among pages, pretending to be an astronaut
and I was a suitcase she rolled over the moon.
I know how my father duct-taped his voice,
washing for hours his hands in a bathroom sink
each time he would crush the car.
I know, you are that lump in my throat
too large even for this poem to hold.
Maja S. Todorovic
Business in Rhyme 
Powerful! Gave me shivers
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It is, it made me almost cry.
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I got shivers too! I’m astounded by the intensity
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Yes, it’s very personal and painful.
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Fine expression, I read, of the pain of watching a loved one’s decline. Do I hear an almost voiceless scream throughout?
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It is. Thank you Alan for the comment.
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Elixirfied and distilled into titanic proportion. 👌 moving and fierce imagery
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Thanks:)
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