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By
Evelyn Frank Hanna
Cleo is dying and he envies
her dignity,
the way she greets the pain
like an old lover.
She's in labor again, giving
birth
to her eternity, to his
new life alone.
She holds on a little longer,
staying
until his pain grows
so strong she knows he can
love her
enough
not to want her to stay.
Evelyn
Frank Hanna is a family
day care provider in Galway,
N. Y. Her poetry has appeared
in The Christian Science
Monitor, in the Our Voices
anthology, and in Poetpourri,
Pudding and other journals.
She also has poetry forthcoming
in Potpourri. Her work has
been honored in several
contests, including publication
as a Special Merit winner
and as a Finalist in the
Fall/Winter 2001 Comstock
Review awards issue.
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