each twig cased in ice
waiting for her
biopsy results
her perfect record
90 years with no broken
bones broken
giddy as a girl
she tells me the story
for the fourth time
a single flake
drifts here and there
a good prognosis
the same old nurse
who once helped her mother
offers to bathe her
she learns to stand
and walk again
as once we—
the lost key
found
still on her arm