I posted this poem last year and this week's lesson is on revisions. I tore into it and updated it twice more before posting it again. I will miss this workshop when it ends.
CONVERSATIONS I HAVE OVERHEARD
I - Emergency room
One room, two beds
A curtain in between.
Conversations overheard, unwhispered,
The curtain is too thin.
Children shriek in fear and protest,
The curtain is too thin.
Deafening sounds, beeps and pings,
The curtain is too thin.
Smells assail, sharp and astringent,
The curtain is too thin.
Quietly my daughter sobs,
Pressed against my heart.
Thin curtains do not matter
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