It has been four years
since we nearly lost Izzy,
our grandbaby girl.
It has been two years
since my mother passed on to
the heavenly realm.
Now my son-in-law’s
mother is hospitalized,
fighting for her life.
The second week of
the second month of each year
feels like a movie –
a film I am in,
but choose to view from a safe
distance. Unseated.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020