One.
One more step
One more alarm
One more sigh
One more dread
One more gulp
One more drive
One more hope
One more sign-in
One more weigh-in
One more debate
One more no
One more question
One more question
Just one more question?
One more walk
One more nod
One more choice
One more grit
One more stick
One more gasp
One more vial
One more report
One more push
One more plunge
One more bag
One more tear
One more inhale
One more exhale
One more sob
One more ativan – okay maybe 2 more
One more blanket
One more pillow
One more nap
One more tootsie pop
One more encouragement
One more smile
One more hug
One more pat
One more syringe
One more bandage
One more glance around the room
One more tear down
One more pack up
One more goodbye
One more clutch
One more
One.
And now...none?
Posted by: Ann | January 10, 2007 at 11:54 AM
none sounds good.
Posted by: Wendy | January 10, 2007 at 01:15 PM
BRING IT!
Posted by: Steakbellie | January 10, 2007 at 02:32 PM
Jenne,
Yea! You're done! Thanks for being real and sharing what you're going through. Just so you know, you have a whole bunch of old friends in Indiana praying for you! I love your writing. I've enjoyed the stories about your Dad. Man, I loved him. He was such a fox! Beek sent me here. Keep getting better!
Posted by: Suzy Anthony Wilhelm | January 10, 2007 at 09:34 PM