I wrote this June 1, 2009 as a place-holder for the challenges I often experience when called upon to witness the grueling reality of life in the NICU.
The Place Beside
A curtain lifts, a curtain falls
What will I witness today?
A certain touch, a certain look
When will it always be the same?
My heart races, my heart rises
Who feels it most inside?
Your heart races, your heart sings
Where does the compassion hide?
A person lives, a person dies
What does that say about me?
A task awaits, a task can wait
When will a littlest one be safe?
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