SUMMER OF AILMENT
by drsamreen shaikh
Monday, September 30, 2002
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The summer bending to the fall.
I whispered songs in your ear
about shadows and dancing.
your eyes are the most beautiful,
I have ever seen
You told me as I awoke from the pain medication.
And when the hospital was quiet,
you would visit me with a soft voice.
You told me the summer has finally given up.
I was grateful...
the sweater, the fire, the new chapter of life.
I am bending to my will,
I wrote on a piece of paper.
You told me my will was to stay breathing..
When untouchable me could only be
touched by hospital hands.
your hands that I read
When I didn't have a book,
seemed more interesting to me as days passed.
The graveyard shift never came too soon
As you would glide into my room and sit.
A small lamp, a glass of juice,
Your outline of the small details of your life.
How do you hear my thanks, I asked.
You told me,
when the room is empty and I am gone,
you will know i am graciously thinking about you.
My will has sent me home and I wonder
If I would be alive today without your tenderness.