A med school graduation gift from several years ago that I still treasure.
Is this a reminder that I will always be a…puppy?
Maybe I will always be a kid at heart. 😉
Driven by disease
more clever than our hands,
you elude our grasp.
fighting for the soul
courses through your veins,
while the dusk
consumes the mind
of your decay.
Do you hear me calling?
Forsaken by a beast deceiving,
your breaths remains unmarred.
Spared by fiendish mercy,
your heart beats
undisturbed beneath the curtain
of a vacant shell.
I know you hear me calling.
I know you’re still there.
Perhaps our love will bring you back.
Come back to us.
A lovely piece written by Annie that I wanted to share. Having a tremendous soft spot for the elderly and their care, this post touched my heart…
you chase it off.
upon three pillows.
are your breaths
as you gasp,
Slowly you ascend.
Your heart full.
Your dilated cardiomyopathy.
Tendons, vessels, muscle, bone-
little more than its sum, alone.
Without life, alone.
A heart upon your fingers,
fibers smooth, firmness lingers.
A pump sleeps, alone.
Nerves, severed and denuded,
shimmering, taut, function diluted.
Pain without feeling, alone.
A lung, delicate sponge, blackened,
absorbs an essence, greyed, maddened.
Vacant sacs, stale breaths, alone.
The cerebrum, split, its valleys and mounds,
embodies a soul, full, without bounds.
My lifeless being is nothing alone.