Voilà!
At the end of June.
Judith drives Rachel and me
to Grand Central Terminal
to meet the counselors and kids.
She’s fiddling with my hair,
telling me to have a good summer,
checking my suitcase,
asking what she needs to send me,
acting like everyone else’s mother.
For once.
As if she’d been admitted
to the brain transfusion unit
and they gave her a new one,
plus, no charge, a new heart.