Mom skirts the line at the book signing,
approaching from behind, she touches the author’s jacket.
Chemo is killing her vocal chords, so she leans close
to whisper,
“I’m Megan’s mother.”
The author, a doctor, recognizes the signs of her cancer.
He gently asks, “I’m sorry, who?”
“Megan Willome,” she says.
He recognizes my surname.
“Ah, yes,” he says.
“You must be the woman of great faith.”
She is that woman,
that woman who cut in line
to receive a healing touch
from the Great Physician.
