A nurse
(who works with dying patients)
introduced us to her friends today:
The bald little girl
with the cancerous eyes
The pregnant man
with the kidney tumor
The father
eaten away by the tentacles of a mole
Some of us cried when we met them -
felt the need to touch someone,
share the hurt.
Some snickered.
(if you never look Death in the face
He won't find you)
Thats sad. And rude of the others to laugh. Was this in your classroom?
You have grrreat imagery. I can see every person you described.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your imagery in this poem is very specific and you can see every person you described