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Poetry and Medicine
April 21, 2015


Author Affiliations
  • 1Evercare Hospice, Waltham, Massachusetts
JAMA. 2015;313(15):1576. doi:10.1001/jama.2015.439

Under a shelter of shame, a canopy like a willow
growing in fertile crumble of too many years away,
I wept the short day out and tried to adjust my eyes
to a long day without him dawning in my bones.

He was being lifted and I was finished trying
to be the kid he would brag about to his friends.
He worked to the end, gulping air in rhythm
to settle the evening dust his body was becoming.