It only lasted a moment.
There was nothing to be done
no plan
no answers
nothing.
Sitting on the side of her bed,
hollow bones dangled
inside swollen legs.
Under thin aqua lace and white embroidery,
small sloping shoulders rose high,
then let go
and
dropped
with the full
force
of a sigh.
Vast hazel eyes
rimmed in wet red
glanced up under weary lids.
Her only shrug in eighty-seven years.
Her never-say-die attitude
over.