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To My First Patient Who Passed

Yours is the name I carry on,

You were the first I mourned when gone.

You are the first for whom I cried,

But now you are my teacher at bedside.

You guide my scalpel and my voice.

You advise me on every choice.

When I feel lost in the clinic’s noise,

You are my rock, my hope, my poise.

When I reflect, filled with gratitude,

You are the first to whom I allude.


Yours is the name I keep in my mind.

Thank you for the gifts you left behind.


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Brian Smith (2 Posts)

Contributing Writer

Stanford University School of Medicine

Brian Smith is a first-year medical student at the Stanford University School of Medicine in Stanford, California, a member of the starting class of 2021. In 2019 he graduated from Stanford with a Bachelor of Science in biology and a minor in English, and in 2020 he graduated from Stanford with a Master of Science in biology. He enjoys writing poetry and narrative medicine, as well as running and reading in his free time. In the future, Brian would like to pursue a career in anesthesiology or oncology.