Cefdinir

One day shy of 95
My grandma 
Fell ill
I held her, thready pulse
Do you want to go to the hospital?
    No.
So, was this it?
Shaky and eyes closed
Was this it?

Quality of life over quantity
The mantra goes
Easy to accept
In the abstract

The last few weeks
Quality was not that good
A lack of purpose
Had set in

Taken care of 
Not taking care
Unwanted attention given
To cleanliness
Down there

My mom
Knew exactly what was wrong
When she saw her
And knew
Exactly what she needed: 
Cefdinir

A sufficiently advanced technology 
Is indistinguishable from magic
Another mantra goes
Thanks to cefdinir
My grandma turned 95

Gratitude can be
For tragedies
Narrowly averted

It's good
To pause and stop
To say:
Thank you cefdinir