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For my mother: Sept 1948-Aug 2012

One word is all it took

to shatter my foundation,

send me falling to my knees,

without a single action.

The power that it holds

can turn me into rubble,

back to earth and into dust,

like the tower of Babel.

Internally it grows

ravaging you from inside,

my care’s weak as rotting wood,

your restoration’s denied.

Damn its lethal intent

victorious conclusion,

multiplying like termites,

devastating intrusion.