(UNDER CONSTRUCTION)
Father Doctor 6/10/05
Without you,
Darkness. Need. No help for 30 miles.
You came to visit, and decided to stay.
A ship of hope for our river town.
A stroke of illness, your own heart, run aground.
Now strewn about, the debris of disbelief
Caught upon the twisted wreckage of my grief.
Gentle hands, heal my head, for I am bleeding again.
Bandage me with your memories�
An office visit.
Your hands. Skilled and soft, and bony. The smell of ethyl alcohol.
Bow tie, a swirl of thermometer mercury, silver like your hair.
Red vest, blue doctor�s coat; aqua marine green and wood paneling,
A father�s study.
Oil blue sky painted black stallion, staring at me from the wall
Creepy bronze chimp ponders a human skull, shiny, like your head.
Thick glasses, stiff brows, and dark, kind eyes
Convey authority and compassion; a disciple of Asclepius.
A gentle voice that whispers and rattles to me,
�Cough, like this. Cuh-huh!�
Plastic, pointed instruments with coiled rubber cords.
A light in my nose and ears,
A cold metal disc on my naked flesh,
They comfort me; I know that you care.
Church clothes and hat.
Family Sunday drives in your small car,
Evening walks, a constitutional. Inspecting brick sidewalks, or
Young corn, in rows. Conversations with local farmers.
With roofers, and chimney sweeps, to fix our old farmhouse,
Patching our roofs, mending our ceilings, our furnace, our well�
Renewing and healing, you bring life and order to our chaos. Continued on page 2...
Paynetown, MD...
(just S/W of the
Snow Hill city limits)...