Rib Mending

my mother broke some ribs yesterday

My family the original one
Not always whole, we struggle
From fundamentalism and displacement
But we are growing older the barriers built
By judgments, false beliefs, heart wounds
Broken up and open in the care of our parents
Dad now 90 Mom close behind, they are living long enough to see
Us come together, anger. fear, projection all swallowed in the small actions of love.

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