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Her Dark and Silent Maze - April 4, 2026

  • Gary Hunter
  • 50 minutes ago
  • 1 min read

If Gracie was an old woman

she’d be in a wheelchair by now

 

her four wobbly legs can still catch

each other, but two would need a crutch

 

she’d also be in some locked facility

for all her wandering, where we use

a short fence to corral her nomad

 

if she was human, I’m positive

she’d have given up trying to live

and just stayed in bed

 

here, she’s got favorite blankets, pillows,

preferred sofa spots to gage the world

and a king-sized bed to sleep in

 

being nearly blind and deaf,

we hope in her dark silent maze

she still feels love

 
 
 

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