Blue and floppy you arrive “Punky” is what we call your type The fluid that cradled you safely now drowns your little lungs Up, up goes the PIP Up, up the cadence of your heart responds I hold my breath, hoping that you take your first At last, you cry The song of new life
NRP, Literature by Allison M. Cool, MD
Allison M. Cool, MD
Department of Pediatrics
I am a resident who is always just as challenged to practice brevity in my clinical notes as I am in these short poems. I enjoy the art of reflecting on clinical experiences and chiseling them down to the real substantial bits.
