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the bride with a broken bone

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In a haste to serve her dear ones
(which had always been her virtue)
my grandmother of 78
tangoed violently
with the nearby chair that cut in quick
to trip her with its steely toes

down she dipped in a flurry of frailty
before the capture
of wrists and hands to spare the snap
and swelling of her hip
to no avail

now fighting mad and frothing
at the nurses who attend her
after surgury her leg's been laid
in rehabilitation
while only weeks remain
until the waltzing of her wedding day

in a wheelchair, she'll greet him
tiara and veil and satin gown of white
and he in his wheelchair also
rocking side by side
with love and disabilities, alike