I cared for you even before we met.
As letters meandering the page
sketched the contours of a portrait,
I looked forward to meeting you.
As I enter the room,
I sense a fragrance of time past,
of struggles endured years before–
silent whispers of a mind’s unrest
reflected through misted eyes.
As we talk,
of a soul’s facade you steadily disrobe.
Words of suffering and pain, joy and pride-
each syllable a silvered twine
weaving your life’s story.
I examine you.
Your heart-
that fulcrum deeply hinged.
A bittersweet thrum
of a battery strong but worn.
Your lungs-
that which sing
their own melodious song,
a lulling carol
invigorated with each exhale.
From there a journey it becomes
to strengthen you, to make you whole.
A disease conquered, a valley bridged.
A hollow filled, a life restored.
We work together.
As ripples in a wake,
your life affects mine,
for the same heart that aches
when you suffer
rejoices with you
in your victories.
Because this is what I treasure–
the chance to care for you,
to walk with you.
It is a privilege.
So thank you for letting me.
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Categories: All Poetry, Medical Poetry, Medicine, Poetry by Phoebe
Wow this is beautiful… i found peace while reading 😊😊
I’m so glad, thank you. 🙂
Keep it up. Be well always 😊😊😊
This is beautiful!!!
Thank you 🙂
Beautifully written Doc! Loved the line: “As letters meandering the page
sketched the contours of a portrait”
Thank you 🙂 🙂
Just beautiful!
Thank you! 🙂
So deep and beautiful.
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Lovely, lovely poem Phoebe!
Thank you! 🙂
Girl, your voice is so soothing! Loved hearing you read this. My favorite part: “a hollow filled, a life restored”. <3
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That is our dear Phoebs. Bless your heart.
You need to copy this to some beautiful background paper, frame it, and hang it on the wall in your office…, in a prominent place where every patient can see it. The message it sends is that important, Phoebe. Very nice job ! 🙂
Thanks so much, PapaBear! 🙂
To hear a voice,
by ear,
or direction, north, west an south
as well as in
the center of our own
subconscious mind…
Hidden secrets
as we travel
so bold…
kisses & hugs chris
🙂 🙂 🙂
Three stickers…
Luckyme!
kisses chris
Love this. Shared again on FB: https://www.facebook.com/shatteredinhim/
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A beautiful description of a true healer! Love your poem!!
Dwight
Thank you so much! 🙂 🙂
Beautiful and sublime. A truly caring human being who cares for others and understands their humanity. It is moving indeed. We need more doctors like this. Very good write!
Thanks, Jim. 🙂 My hope has always been that physicians (or rather, all caregivers) would strive to maintain the joy of caring for others. That we would fight to not lose such a precious thing…
Gentle, kind and good words. Thank you for sharing them.
Your prose is as compassionate, lyrical and human as ever. As always, you have my earnest applause.
Also, Happy New Year Phoebe! May 2016 be a kind(er) one.
Ii love this poetry from a physician’s heart to her patient. Beautiful imagery.
Exquisitely said. I like your line that states “your lungs- that which sings their own melodious song.” Except the ones I listened to sounds like carburetor that sputters and wheeze. 🙂
Lol…indeed…the tune does vary. Thanks for reading! 🙂
THIS is what we all hope to have from our physician when we need them the most……when we’re helpless and sick, feeling hopeless and lost……..a good physician is a light in the darkest tunnel and we move toward it with trust and hope. You put all of that in poetic form SO well…….the dedication you bring to each patient’s bedside shines through each line.
Pam
Thank you, Pam. I can just imagine the feeling of hopelessness and vulnerability of being severely ill and at the mercy of a few strangers. We are called ‘caregivers’– my hope is that we all would aim to provide the best care…not simply to diagnose and treat…but to genuinely care for them and their family during this time.
Have I mentioned I missed you?! :D. This is beautiful. Created a visual image between the doc and pt.
Indeed…I missed you too! And thank you. 😀
What can I say, Phoebe, except beautiful, beautiful. I wish more doctors wrote poetry, connected with feelings/emotions, and adorned their offices with lovely art like yours, 🙂
Thank you so much, D.S. 🙂
I love your heart in how it feels and reaches out …..your empathy and passion cannot be measured…
What kind words. Thank you, Philip. 🙂
What a caring and compassionate heart and soul, Phoebe… I’d like to share this with ‘all’ my doctors…
Thank you so much for sharing this with us.
Michael
Thank you for reading, Michael. 🙂
So wish every doctor thought and acted in this beautiful manner!
That is what I wish for also…
No. She has to come to Syracuse and be mine.
This Puppydoc is indeed flattered… 😉
I had a young premed student in a freshman literature class once who was taking all the humanities courses he could so he would be a balanced human being as well as a good doctor. You make me think of him.
Would you please move up here and be my doctor? 🙂
Lol…sure! Then I can finally meet Ray! 😉