for the participants in the MCS2 Selective "Literature and Medicine." An operating room for the study of language and healing.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Lonely. I stand alone at my baby’s bed Wondering what today will bring To him, to me Tubes and pumps and too many people Talking, talking over me as if I am not there Go away, go away, don’t leave me Alone.
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What an extremely tender moment you've made into a beautiful poem, Agnes. Not a single wasted word. Thank you for sharing this!
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