Terry

Students Gathered around your bed we prod and we poke Lying still – bare and exposed before strangers. We listen to a worn heart and muffled lungs. We comment on a swollen belly and two cold legs. Somehow, we don’t consider your eyes. We are here to see you, but we don’t stop and see …

What’s The Difference?

It’s cold. The air is quiet in here – it must be snowing outside.