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Oncology Times:
doi: 10.1097/01.COT.0000363670.32830.b9
Poetry by Cancer Caregivers

J-bird

Zarwell, Natasha RN

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It's past midnight,

NATASHA ZARWELL, RN,...
NATASHA ZARWELL, RN,...
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And my thoughts rest upon you.

The memories are tossing and turning in my mind.

My heart reaches for you in the dark,

And tightly embraces your presence,

The you I knew;

Hoping you won't leave too soon.

You lived the nightmares of diagnosis and relapse years before I met you,

Before I was even a nurse.

Our paths crossed in the evening hours,

Right before you fell asleep.

Reserved as I was, I never pried or shared too much about myself.

But you heard my heart. You understood my gestures.

What you said to me through inexplicable tears that night,

When I was so busy and overwhelmed,

It flabbergasted me.

A final gift to illuminate the coming darkness:

Words to stir hope in my heart like a long-lost dream of heaven resurfacing.

Words that even now swell in a calming crescendo like crickets in the night,

Beckoning me to rest in them so I can endure.

But your earthly absence is a throbbing ache in my heart.

It never goes away.

It is wordless,

And it also connects us over and over again.

So here I am,

Past 2 am,

Drawing the feelings towards me,

Pulling the softened ache over me.

Fighting slumber so I can be with you.

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