The Moment My Own Nurse

The Moment My Own Nurse

Of course, she’d been drugged, but
“I just can’t believe it, I can’t
believe it,” she exclaimed even as
she breathed, and in the elevator,
took my face in both hands,
as I bent over
the gurney, and

‘oh” my name, she said, you know, saying
my name, and “oh” my name
so intensely that the nurse
teared up,

and it’s not that we
are in perfect synch or
though I did know how to calm her somehow
both pre- and post-op, playing just the right music into
her almost deaf ears, able too to sing

still, it was a moment–my mother loving me–
no, my mother always
loves me–but my mother loving me
with her hands–

I can feel them yet, the flow of blood that turned
the cool palms pink, there
on my cheeks,
I can feel them



For my own prompt on Real Toads (posting later today) to write a poem using narrative.  The drawing is mine; all rights reserved.   

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23 Comments on “The Moment My Own Nurse”

  1. Brendan Says:

    This pocket narrative picks up at just the right moment, at the climax, and resounds so far from there. Leaving us all to feel our cheek and wonder. Amen.

  2. My goodness, K 💖 this is so incredibly heart-stirring.. especially; “I can feel them yet, the flow of blood that turned the cool palms pink, there on my cheeks,I can feel them yet” made me sob a little.. sigh.. Beautifully executed.

  3. Jim Says:

    I once accompanied an O.D. aquaintace friend to the ER. Lots of reasons, lots of remorse (partly because she had been saved from death). Seemed the staff was punishing her for her behavier, like doing the stomach pump with vengeance. Years later my dog needed her stomach emptied, ONE shot caused massive vomiting.

  4. Anonymous Says:

    Oh, this brings tears…makes me think of my own mother. She never said “I love you” until she had Alzheimer’s, but she spoke it through it through her hands, sewing, baking, comforting…

  5. The mixture of anxiety and comfort, as they come from speaker and subject, is palpable. Very intense.

  6. A lovely private moment captured elegantly. Fine writing.

  7. gillena Says:

    A stirring of emotions goes into the poetry pot, nice write

    much love…

  8. kim881 Says:

    Your poem made me cry.

  9. Kerry Says:

    This is heart-breaking and beautiful, Karin. In my present fragile state it brought back so many losses, and the way the sense of touch lingers long after sight and sound fades away. What a personal and painful moment you have captured, certainly worthy of bystanders – the nurse and me – tearing up.

  10. Rosemary Nissen-Wade Says:

    Such a moment! And the whole narrative is right there in those few details.

  11. You open the door to allow us to share that feeling…that touch. Beautiful.

  12. kanzensakura Says:

    Your poem made me cry. I lost my mother June 18. I still can hear her voice, feel her hands. I imagine I always will. Lovely piece of writing this is.

  13. M Says:

    I’ve not felt impelled to write for some time, but your prompt stirred something. I don’t think I’ll link up, just post, since I just don’t have the energy to read and reply to everyone at the moment – work, my sons, a friend’s cancer, this country.

    but I’m glad for your drawings, and for your pens, when you do. it’s enough to keep me very loosely tethered. I’m still wavering on closing up the blog… but who knows. who knows.

    maybe it’s the chord you struck with this pen that resonates, too. we’re not alone, are we? despite, really being alone, I mean. I think you know what I mean. ~

  14. This is so well done. I was touched by its immediacy.

  15. This poem is so poignant and moving, Karin…..I can see her, repeating your name, loving you with her hands….”I can feel them yet…..” Sigh. Tears at the heartstrings. So beautiful.

  16. Marian Says:

    Ahhh, Karin, gosh. This is full of life, literally and wonderfully.

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