Up against the wall… there you were
Dangling inches above the ground
Suddenly I was drowning with the sounds
Of your aching screams of pain
My vision was blurred with roaring streams
That were forming in my eyes,
What do I do was the question of the hour
Do I let this one pass by
Or do I start to scream and shout
What do I do, what do I do…What do I do?
The white telephone beginning to form in the corner of my eye
Like the sun trying to beam through a rain cloud,
Finally I was blinded by that beam of sun
I turned around and dialed those foridded numbers
Thank you, Jill, for the touching poem. Thank you for sharing what it was like for you to witness this, and thank you for being brave and saving your mom.