If this were the last time
I ever wrote a poem,
then at least one more
was written.
If this were the last time
I put ink on paper,
then at least I’ll have
made a mark.
If this were the last time
I helped my daughter find dinner,
then at least I have been
a mother.
Grief and gratitude:
I never knew these two
were sisters.
– E Bacon, Jan 6, 2022