When
The War Came
When the war came to my
village
I was not young
When the war came
A doctor I had been
Unfamiliar
Unfamiliar with the war
The big war of life
And the small war on doctors
When the war came to my home
I was brave
A physician
A pupil of Hippocrates
Loved healing
The art of healing
Had passion
Naïve youthful passion
After the war left my home
I paint a lot
Draw paintings of pain
Write a few brave words
Scarred fingers talking
Silent aches I can’t see
Poems and paintings
Thickened skin
Vestiges of war
Gifts of life
Life is Hippocrates
Healing
Not remembering wars
Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteI miss you Doc!
I will never find another Doctor with the knowledge that you have. You were able to heal my pain and mind. Thank you for everything!
With love,
Ashleigh- Roanoke,VA
(Alveolar Soft Part Sarcoma)