Dry Erase Board

Mama was home.

She sat down,

And placing her

Bandaged leg

On a pillow,

Winced.

I could not help

The tears

That sprung

To my eyes.

I handed her

A dry erase board.

The realization

That Mama

Could no longer hear

Had not sunk in.

She wrote

Quickly

Swiftly.

Water.

I ran

To the kitchen,

Filled a glass, and

Came back.

Four words

Were visible

On the white slab of wood.

"I love you, Owen."

The End

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