Before And After
From: The Cancer Poetry Project: poems by cancer patients and those who love them (Karin B. Miller, editor) Fairview Press, 2001
I remember water
touching my body differently
as, still whole, I lay in that last hot bath.
Now I discover a freckle
beneath where my breast once was
and feel a newness come over me.
I ask god to tell me he loves me
and he answers
through the taste of a sweet, summer peach.
Water pours over a scarred, curveless mass, and I am
cleansed.
Curación Citable - Cita del día
The most important medicine is tender love and care.