Should we fear change? By Maria Trujillo

Saturday afternoon at 5:30,
I dreaded the ringing of my phone,
Instead of forgetting you’d try to remember.
What did I know about the pain in my stomach?
My pain was fear.
On the bed is a young patient.
The same old cancer,
Jumping in playful.
They were one big happy family,
Should we fear change?
Instead of being with him in my helplessness,
We waited with bated breath.
The young doctor says,
I tried and failed.
I couldn’t fail to notice,
He was as guilty as anyone had imagined


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