Copyright © 1994 to Jane Wisniewski
Reprinted on OncoLink with permission of the author
- I come to you for help
- with the things
- the doctors can't deal with
- I dump my sorrows out
- like so much dirty laundry.
- We agree I have a job to do.
- You say you understand my pain.
- Your people die young.
- Their hearts fail them.
- You live with the fear
- that your heart will fail you.
- I cannot understand
- how you do what you do.
- After my hour of pain,
- how many more do you
- see in a day?
- It seems to me
- your heart is strong,
- well-worn, well scrubbed,
- sweet with the sun,
- tattered with use,
- a sturdy heart.
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