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The serious young doctor
started the story
at the beginning.
“Your son was at a concert
when he collapsed.”
Can I see him?
“An ambulance was called.
EMTs started CPR.”
Where is he?
“They tried to revive him,
but got no reponse.”
Please. . .
“They brought him here.
We worked a long time.”
Oh God.
“We didn’t want to give up.
He was so young.”
I searched the doctor for sorrow,
found a stoic earnestness.
He ended with an apology.
“I’m so sorry,” he said,
as if he’d hurt my feelings,
as if I could forgive him.
This poem previously appeared in Family Medicine and is included in Emily Ferrara's collection The Alchemy of Grief.
Related Resources
- The Alchemy of Grief: Poems. By Emily Ferrara. Bordighera Press, 2007. (Amazon.com)
- Emily Ferrara.Author's website. (emilyferrara.net)