full of worry,
would take her blood pressure
everyday
at the dining room
table.
she'd check her
glucose.
she'd prick her finger
for blood.
there were pills, and creams,
lotions,
shadows
on x-rays.
she'd do
yoga on the back porch
in the morning
sun.
with a cup
of herbal tea
she'd do puzzles to keep
her mind sharp.
she'd even pray
for good health.
and yet
she died anyway.
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