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Next Door

by Joan Selinger Sidney

Oaks drag alongside the road，

weighted by yesterday‘s snow.

There‘s Frauka walking alone，

the hood of her parka

snow-lit against the trees.

I pull over. How is he？ But before

I can answer， I see them last

summer： Frauka， and Father

leaning on Mother， wanting to believe

her will can make him well.

Sitting on the lawn，

pretending to read， I am unable

to tell them， My legs won‘t walk.

Go on without me.

Eleven years I‘ve protected them—

Holocaust survivors—by not naming

my disease. Wishing them dead

before they‘d see me in a wheelchair.

Frauka whispers， My younger brother

died one day before your father.

Tears rim her eyes， her slim

body shivers in the wind.

For a moment we are closer

in our sorrow than we‘ve ever been

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