poetry THE NOON OF NIGHT by Patricia Dreyfus As the autumn sun sank low on the left side of the gravel road Dad drove her twenty miles to St. Aloysius Hospital.
The sisters said they were sorry the doctor was out on a distant farm. You have to wait for him.
The harvest moon rose high in a somber sky bringing compelling pains, fierce, insistent. It’s time, she said.
Two nurses held her legs, pushed them flat to the bed. No. Wait, they muttered to her, to me.
Shh, they hissed. Quiet, they commanded, as she writhed in agony.
At the noon of night I struggled to be free, fought to breathe, to live, to let my voice be heard.
Dad told me, it was a beautiful October morning. He shot a pheasant on the way home.
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