• it’s you

    by  • November 12, 2010 • Uncategorized • 4 Comments

    In the Grand Scheme of It All,
    truth rides in on small things –
    the way a shooting star
    defines the Universe
    in a fleeting gesture
    of magnificent futility.

    In the Giant Medical Center,
    we stood beside the bed,
    the small room stuffed
    with relatives and machines,
    neither saying much
    of anything.

    We came bearing Cupcakes:
    chocolate, at his wife’s request –
    our small gesture of
    confectionery compassion.
    My wife asked the ailing
    octogenarian to

    Name three highlights . . .”

    “That’s easy,” he said
    and then he reached out
    his hand across the bed rail
    and took her hand
    so familiar, and said,
    “It’s you.”

    Peace,
    Milton

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    4 Responses to it’s you

    1. Kim
      November 12, 2010 at 11:18 pm

      Wow.
      Heartbreaking.
      Tender.
      You sir, are an amazing poet (and writer).
      Wow.

    2. November 13, 2010 at 3:52 am

      to the man in the bed:

      Well played, sir!

    3. November 13, 2010 at 3:08 pm

      You know, tears were not on my agenda this morning. And then you showed up.

    4. Anonymous
      November 13, 2010 at 6:26 pm

      I hadn’t planned on crying either!
      Moving…amazingly written!

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