In the Garden today we are finding inspiration in a poem by Ellen Kort

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She’s No Lady –

she rudely pushed her
way into the room
uninvited
unwelcome
she claimed she had
an appointment – then
pointed a long bony finger at
the frail woman in the bed
and hissed, “you’re coming with me”
over our protests she snatched
up the woman, laughed coarsely
and they vanished