after three years go by / you appear on two slides / in a lecture / on motor neuron disease
Little girl / in the pink hospital gown / sits in a windowless room.
The many tables corral him, / All the people surround him, / A trained doctor he is not, / Giving up, he hasn’t thought.
First, do no harm, but to harm not I must first see / With swift breath, I begin. / You, silent teacher, my new textbook
My mind wakes up in the morning / Sweating with facts / Preparing / For the archeological dig.
Felt like war, those early years, / We fought a fight for all those years.
Is it just me? / Or does it seem / that my pride / will not let me be
I found them for you. / Your blonde little girls who grew into women / Then grew apart from you. / I found them.
My balance beam within the clouds / Seems lost amongst the starry night / As dreams and thoughts blur vision to / The reality of my true plight.