all poems and photographs
© by Maya Stein

all poems and photographs
© by Maya Stein
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Thursday, May 13, 2010

listen




















Wear orange, her arms whispered. Grab the handrails,
said her neck. Take as long as you need on the downhills,
her knees advised. Her shoulders were hoping she’d
turn up the heat. Her tongue inquired about a sip
of ice water. Shut off the television, her eyes wheedled.
Throw out the old sponges, her elbows urged. Buy a proper
sweater, cajoled her solar plexus. Eat more kale, her skin insisted.

But when the time came,
there was no mistaking the call
of her bones.

Remember who you are, they cried.
Remember what you are here to do,
they pleaded. Remember there is still
so much time left.
And then there was no choice
but to listen.

7 comments:

splendid said...

this is really inspiring!

LceeL said...

My wife just heard that call. The doctor was the conduit. 20% loss in some spots. Now she has no choice but to listen.

elaine said...

you are sooo publishable, r u looking into that

Emma said...

WOAH NELLY

This is great!

Kim said...

It's an exhale...thank you M.

margie said...

aging. with inspiration.

veebee1 said...

wow. that is all i can say.