I would be splayed out
on a classroom floor
other hands on my heart
than mine

my life a shooting star
bathing the Kindergarten
stage in joyful light

I would be smiling,
tear-stained, delighted
my last breath was laughter

my last sight my child
her voice loud and proud
my five-year-old a turtle
out of her shell.

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