Saturday, February 15, 2014

I am a nurse

He was young.  His body was strong.  He was probably good looking.
His family sat with neighbors around their backyard fire pit.
He ran.  He jumped, headfirst into the fire.  Into the flames.
Now, I imagine he was above us in that room,
We struggled and fought to bring him back.
Back down to his physical body.
His elderly parents stood against the wall,
I brought her forward to the bed, touched his foot.
She reached out, she held onto his foot.
The Medical Doctor said something,  take them to the waiting room.
There was chaos in the room.  We were losing the fight.
I looked at the Doctor.
The Father stood against the wall.
I looked at the Mother.
She held onto his foot.

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