The Visit

I’ve successfully made a visit,

the unit is modern and minimal.

My sister sits all day in big,

loungy chairs.

We hug and speak for an hour.

She is fragile, embattled,

she finds opening-up difficult,

she’d rather speak about

the awful food.

I thInk it best to veer away

from loaded issues.

After an hour, we hug,

I say I’ll return. As I leave

she is rugged-up and reading

a tatty old magazine.

Like nothing much had happened.

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