Incarnation
...Having been so long untouched,
I’d become a child beyond touch
and unclean.
So, when suffocatingly
roused from a nightmare of death
to unbreathable silence
in an oxygen tent, I cried
afrai...
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Categories:
student nurse, 2nd grade, childhood, cry,
Form: Free verse
Grip of Death
...The old man on my nursing shift,
held my hand with such a grip.
We both knew he was at death's door.
Would see his kith and kin no more.
I called for the priest, so ironic.
For a Prodestant, n...
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Categories:
student nurse, body, care, death,
Form: Elegy
We
...We are thirteenish.
We meet.
I know.
She does not.
We meet at times
When home for hols.
Then I’m at varsity,
She’s a student nurse.
We meet more often.
Deep down I still know,
It’s clear sh...
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Categories:
student nurse, death, love,
Form: Blank verse