Sitting on the exam room table
Bare back exposed through an undersized gown
Hands twisting together in nervous anticipation
The person I've come to know through ups and downs
I see you... grey hair speckled through shades of black
Skin pale and freckled... wrinkles slowly staking their claim
You have been my patient for so many years now
I've grown to welcome the sight of your name
I see you with your list in your lap
The latest of ailments to set in
I know these pains are more than just aging
How your heart still aches from loosing him
I saw the brave act you put on for my nurse
But I'm grateful you drop down your guard with me
I ask how you are and see tears swell in your eyes
Though your voice whispers "fine"... You know I can see
I hand you a Kleenex and sit quietly... Waiting
Allowing this moment of release you so desperately need
"Sometimes it's just so hard" you say softly
Wounds so very deep; but they never bleed
I take your hand and ask how I can make things better
You stare at my hand on yours and say "you just did"
A simple gesture they didn't cover in medical school
That I learned from my mom when I was a kid
I see you...
Not just a patient but a person
And though at times I admit I've forgotten
I know compassion is the first medicine I must offer
Before any other medical healing can begin
I am grateful that you still confide in me
You are a reminder of why I do what I do
And if you continue to trust in me
I promise... I will always see you
