State of Family EmergencyA Poem by Sarah FlaniganMy [94 year old] grandmother broke a rib. I've spent the last few days caring for her. driving like a madman to various pharmacies and sleeping on my grandmother's couch. I had to write about it.The trash can, dirty clothes hamper and kitchen sink are all piled high and beginning to stink. The poor coffee maker is over-worked. This is a state of family emergency. Chores are left half-done here and there. I jump through the ceiling when the phone rings. The dog doesn't know what's going on and neither do we. We are in a state of family emergency. I got 90 minutes of sleep last night. God only knows how much coffee has been thrown down my throat these past few days. We are constantly in motion. We are [somehow] operating in a state of family emergency. Meals are few and far between. There are much more important things than being clean. The Walgreen's pharmacists are sick and tired of seeing and talking to me. We are in the middle of a family emergency I have a different cup of coffee in each room of the house. No, I haven't showered today. Didn't you read the last stanza? This is a state of family emergency.
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2 Reviews Added on September 28, 2015 Last Updated on September 28, 2015 AuthorSarah FlaniganTNAboutI'm an introverted bookworm. I tend to spend my days drinking far too much coffee and playing my ukulele too loudly. Life is strange and surreal, but also beautiful somehow. more..Writing
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