Featured Poem: The Making of a Widow

Mimi Paris
Boca Raton


The Emergency Room
numbers on the screen
keep on going down.
I head for the nurse.
She’s talking, laughing.


I tell her, “Look!”
Her face shows fear.
My heart beats fast
and I run back.


Stuff rolls in,
Lots of staff.
Room is packed.


Shouts heard:
“Try again!”





  1. marlene klotz says:

    Unembellished with fancy words that skirt around the absolute reality of death! Mimi Paris
    always writes with a sense of clarity and honesty.

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