Love For A Dying Patient Poem by Bruce David

Love For A Dying Patient



I hear his moaning
But is it the churning
Or the turning
Of his soul?

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4/7/83 Written after
caring for a dying
patient who continuously
moaned.

Monday, September 14, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: caring
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