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Her left eye was tucked in a half-blink and 
her speech fell between a lisp and a slur, 
as though her bottom plate had slipped. 
When she shakily smiled I knew to call 

an ambulance, I said 'urgently' quite calmly. 
I held her then and thought of childhood storms 
when she would open wide the windows and rustle 
the three of us into her bed, her arms hugging 
us tight to her fear. 
Tonight, her recovered voice is saying goodnight 
to me and knowing what comes next I hold the phone 
away for I know she is thanking me.

  
  
  
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