Noise from the cancer ward

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A tiny hand between my two,
Cold from the
Drip
Drip
Drip of killing juice.

My warmth goes out,
Replaced with strength,
That overflows.

Through eyes,
Deeper than an ocean trench,
Fuller than the snowy sky.

My little teacher.

Sleep.

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TzaraTzaraover 17 years ago
This is a very affecting poem, Champ.

Very elegant. The minimalist style works well here.

Mia MooreMia Mooreabout 20 years ago
minimal words

most effective in presentation...sorry I missed this when first posted...

CoyoteCrushCoyoteCrushabout 20 years ago
touching words

Your caring and sensitivity come shining through..Thankyou Carrie

AnonymousAnonymousabout 20 years ago
My Apology, Champagne

In submitting my comment regarding your fine poem, I neglected to adjust the rating. I meant to give it the 100 it so richly deserved. Mea culpa!

AnonymousAnonymousabout 20 years ago
So sensitive

and telling. We all need this kind of compassion and understanding. Thank you, Carrie, both for the poem and the comfort your hands give that small one.

jthserrajthserraabout 20 years ago
Damn...

the stark, harsh drip, drip, dripping, so slow, lingering and inevitable. So well portrayed here... well done.

jim : )

TathagataTathagataabout 20 years ago
Heartbreaking

simple, lovely, moving...I can't say enough.

It makes me want to hug you.

Thank you for sharing this.

and I wish you strength and peace

AnonymousAnonymousabout 20 years ago
A long time ago...

...as a rec.therapist I did an internship in a children's hospital that devoted half of itself to oncology. During my time there so many children entered the hospital and so few left. And the families...the families. Thank you for reminding me of memories long forgotten; of joys and sadnesses intertwined.

AngelineAngelineabout 20 years ago
Sad but lovely

who is weak/who strong--who is teacher/who the student. You lay it all out beautifully in this vivid and moving poem. Peace to your little teacher--and you. :)

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