Saturday, December 22, 2012

Poem for Shabbat XIX

At the Cancer Clinic - Ted Kooser

She is being helped toward the open door
that leads to the examining rooms
by two young women I take to be her sisters.
Each bends to the weight of an arm
and steps with the straight, tough bearing
of courage. At what must seem to be
a great distance, a nurse holds the door,
smiling and calling encouragement.
How patient she is in the crisp white sails
of her clothes. The sick woman
peers from under her funny knit cap
to watch each foot swing scuffing forward
and take its turn under her weight.
There is no restlessness or impatience
or anger anywhere in sight. Grace
fills the clean mold of this moment
and all the shuffling magazines grow still.

(found in Ted Kooser, Delights and Shadows)

I chose this poem because three years ago, on 22 December 2009, exactly one month before her 66th birthday, my mother passed away. Thank G'd  I was able to be there with her, and with my father and siblings.

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