Jennifer L. Freed
While My Brother is Having an MRI

                            to see whether the cancer
has also leapt to his brain,
my husband drives wintery roads,
bringing one daughter
to a gymnastics meet,
and the other gets ready for a party
of teenage girls soon to fill this quiet
house. The dog wags
at the door, eager
for his walk, and the plow
leaves another ridge of icy snow
at the end of the driveway.