Gauze Gaze
I tear open a gauze packet
Sitting on the stairs, I don't want to make a racket!
I see the deep laceration on her delicate skin
I imagine how much pain she is in and I tremble within.
I clean it, I dress it, I cover it.
I tell her leave it alone now, don't uncover it.
Her big brown eyes stare into mine and she smiles
She kisses my cheek, my smile is miles!
I am her doctor, and her lover.
If only I could have done the same for my brother and mother.
He was shivering in a hospital bed,
Her bones ache and her skin turns red.
I must become a real doctor, I don't want this despair.
I don't want to just stand there and stare.
I'll make you proud mom, and brother.
One day both of you will smile at me like my lover.
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