This one walks three rounds of ten
Minutes every day. Parsing
Medication in halves and quarters
For the precise flow of dopamine
That lets her walk.

That one drives three hours
To the school she set up
With a lifetime of saved up words.
Now they tumble out, faster
Than five-year-olds swapping stories.

Yet another ‎chants
To keep her father breathing.
Through the haze
Of wisely shaking heads, she
Keeps laughter, stories
And hope, flowing.