To take death by Maggie Devers

To take death Maggie Devers Chin hairs, on my grandma when she died.My mother sick with regret. We are all exposed in deathAnd she took it onThe chinHairs of my friend’s grandmother when she died.A decade later and half a world awayAnd her mother’s similar despair.Why didn’t I warn her?How could I forget? More from Maggie Devers ↓Read my debut poetry book, For My DaughterFollow me on Instagram for more poetry @rembrandts.cure