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Electronic pages – Poetry and prose
Poem
Dear intensive care provider
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Please don't ask me to leave;
Don't make me wait outside while you do
All the things that you're trained to do
That will bring her back from the brink of death.
Let me hold her hand a little longer;
I won't be in the way at all;
Just quietly, quietly, I'll sit, eyes closed,
Willing life back into her ravaged body.
Please …
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Provenance and peer review Not commissioned; internally peer reviewed.