Through the eyes of those healers ....
My journey through the hospital alley ...
revealed a few intimate things ..
That cute little girl by the window ..
Her voice melodious as she sings ...
It's a little birthday song for her brother ..
thin as a needles, bald as an egg shell ...
And as the lady sang her heart out ..
we , mere mortals, watched mesmerized by her spell..
Her song ends in a fascinating flurry ..
a lovely kiss on her brother's head ...
His eyes masking his sorrow .. ...
The haunting image of a tragically forlorn 'bed' ..
She's made peace with herself ...
her brother courageous in his sad smile ...
He gives her a heart-warming hug ...
Something she's been waiting for a long while ..
I bring her a bunch of Roses ...
slightly smashed.. I painfully confess...
She accepts them with an endearing embrace ...
Her radiance breathing life in those flowers
I take her readings ..perhaps for a final time ...
Her eyes keen on me .. awareness of the same ...
She asks me if I would like to hear a joke ..
The least I could do for the lovely dame.
She vaults into her humor, chipering all the while ....
And her jokes .. As radiant as her lovely smile.
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