not a whistle

There was not a whistle
to hand when I saw her poisoned
with drugs prescribed for decades
and disbelieved what daddy did.
– All hush hush says the Doc;
so I had to speak: With a
quavering voice.
I still do.

~ by Barbara S on October 8, 2015.

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