Smells sterile
like powder fresh gloves
doctors in scrubs
running wheeled beds through the hall
in the room plain yet bright.
Tubes and wire
in and out her shrunken body
while she lays in her pale bed.
Sitting in the chair
to the left of the bed
holding her hand.
spidery veined fingers
grasping my wanting hand
lightly twitching
still so tough
lightly resting
forever strong
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