|Camelopardalis by ESA/NASA|
The bright steam-filled tunnel was as promised
with shadowy people I vaguely knew;
I entered floating, Grandpa's hand in mine
whispering It's okay, Mom, Grandpa's here.
to her form bent over my empty shell
shrouded in pearly sheets and still, breathless
but I could not stop her from fleeing, tears
streaking her face like my slimy up-chuck
hitting the shallow pan she held for me
I twisted sick, then fell back into sheets--
sans Grandpa, sans tunnel, sans soothing light--
abdominal cramps anchoring me there
pale egg in wet white bed, gravity held
me heavy and breathing, looking for Mom.
Based on a 12-year old's experience ... Posted on Poets United Poetry Pantry 141.
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