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Oncology Times:
doi: 10.1097/01.COT.0000391442.94138.8f
Poetry

POETRY BY CANCER CAREGIVERS: “My little Patient”

Dara, Parvez MD

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He sat rocking in the chair

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Wanting to purge the ill inside

The ill that was, was so rare

That no doctor-tools could subside

His cherubic face fraught with concern

His blue eyes wide with fear

His gentle hands clasped in turn

Waiting for the right words to hear

A wisp of anger floated by

Covered quickly by a resolute desire

A cloaked cloud of inner fear

Whelmed by the wanton fire

Past care he was not

Past cure he was

Past love he was not

Past anger he was

So resolute in his desperation

And frantic-mad in thought

Random he was in conversation

Held together by the fight he fought

Many since have come and gone

And many more will come and go

Not any would look like him

And not any would take a hold

Memories linger as times pass

Riddling the conscience with regret

Oh how could he not be around

When others who shouldn't, have

The truth is vainly exposed

For he grows more beautiful with time

The little boy with a rare disease

Holds the keys to our life's chime

He lived when he lived

Yet lives on after he died

He touched whom he touched

When life held him in stride

Now thrice his age so removed

Yet twice the memories abound

As twice the regret so grooved

Brings thrice the desire and yearns

He lives, though he died

He died and so he lives

Others live because he died

He died so others can live

Past care is never sought

Past cure is sometimes found

Past love is never thought

When deep memories abound

As Auden's falling torrent flows

Shaking the assurance of any rose

And Shakespeare's clock that tells the time

Shows hideous night in violet's past prime

With Cranch's rare rose's bloom foiled

In death its matchless splendor spoiled

Gives measure to the life's time

Untrammeled lives, trampled never reaches prime

My little patient lives, though he died

A deep memory still so shocking

That at times I wake up in the night

And find him in the chair rocking.

PARVEZ DARA, MD, a hematologist/oncologist in Toms River, NJ, also has a blog, “The Arts, Sciences and Medicine: The Physician and the art of science and science of medicine,” at http://jedismedicine.blogspot.com

Submissions are welcome from oncologists, oncology nurses, and other cancer caregivers. E-mail only, please, to: OT@LWWNY.com, and include affiliation/title, address, and phone number, along with a photo, if available.

© 2010 Lippincott Williams & Wilkins, Inc.

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