Many of you may recall having read these lines from past Thanksgivings; it is a retelling of a visit I had with one of my patients during this time of year—a woman whose life and struggles were unlike mine in many ways, but who nevertheless taught me many things about courage and integrity.
I hope you enjoy these words, and have a blessed Thanksgiving week.
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Allow me to spin upon the spindle
a tale of an encounter true.
A patient once, a homeless mum,
her words now shared with you:
The hour of autumn arrives anew
when mirth and feasts abound.
But let me confess my days to you,
true gifts which have been found…
The steady cadence of my heart,
voice to praise when souls fall dark,
vision to behold each fresh day’s start-
For this, I am thankful.
The assured exhale of every breath,
joys gone by, its memories kept,
cloth to shield from winter’s death-
For this, I am thankful
Days when I can veil my cries,
days I look you in the eyes,
to know on night lies brighter skies-
For this, I am thankful.
So for this…I am thankful.
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Categories: All Poetry, Medical Poetry, Medicine, Poetry by Phoebe
I love how the beat changes with I am thankful. So beautiful. Well done!
I nominated you for the ‘Time To Talk’s Mystery Blogger Award’ 🙂
You are too kind…thank you! 💜
This was very inspirational to me. It led me to have the confidence to make my first official blog post. Thank you. I hope my blog becomes a remarkable success like yours. Many blessings to you infinity times. Have an outstanding 2020!
So wonderful to hear! Wishing you a beautiful start to the new year! 💜
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Powerful and poignant. Thanks for sharing!
Wonderful words! Thanks for sharing.
This is beautiful. <3