A doctor of humans | Cuddler of animals | Advocate of public health | Minion to a rotundly affectionate cat
Come see how an internal medicine physician eventually became a ‘Puppydoc’ who started writing poetry.
Immortalized within counterfeit fibers of a
petrified forest are your sorrows, weighed with silt,
swallowed by shadows of its own valley,
silenced beneath the porcelain surface of a visage pristine.
Banish them. Let your tears cathartic burn these cheeks of mine.
Scour them with scars of an ancient past, of an ache relived.
Let me bear the dusk until from the womb,
emerged pure as the morning dew, is our love renewed.
You already knew. Gaze unflinching, you told us to say the words.
Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis. A. L. S.
Despite sparse questions, your eyes revealed an understanding
far deeper than our answers-
that with one moment, robbed were you of the years ahead,
of memories awaiting, of stories belonging to you. Now lost.
Strength dissolving, your conviction remains unscathed.
You savor each passing sunrise. Each caress, each step. For you know…
Fragments of moons past
sketch silhouettes of a scenery divine.
A daytime reverie. Fond memory.
A granddaughter missing you.
Do you recall, grandma?
Long ago, a grandbaby born into an era of bitter lack,
that enriched by your presence, comforting embrace,
renewed to an age of precious worth?…