she's tired.
I can hear it in her voice.
low
and hoarse
on the phone.
it's been a long day.
a long
year.
she wakes up
to get at it again.
the wheels keep turning.
another day
slides by.
it's hard to do it all
alone
with no one by her side.
I do what I can do.
I try.
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