Our family holds
a story:
a stroke, trach tube, speech gone,
crisis, must pull together,
but years ago harsh words,
hard to stitch this rent fabric
Holding our breath
we consult a lawyer
the lawyer has no silver needle
only starts re-telling our story
what good is that?
we learn we are like others
we see one or two choices
the lawyer did not heal us
shifting the shape of our story
invited our new story
is that healing?
:- Doug.
