Valentina Cano

I was patting your back,
a pressure like sunshine on your skin.
I meant to sap everything sharp,
everything that stung and oozed.
But my hands fumbled
and the illness spread
like a puddle through your bones.
I’ve tried to erase that moment,
but all I’ve managed to do
is scratch it in place.

©2012 This work is the property of the author.


Posted on September 13, 2012, in POETRY, Valentina Cano and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. A second poem from Valentina, also from the depths.

    Read her poem GRIEF’S SHAPES by clicking the link:

  2. A care taking poem of poignancy and mercy.

  3. Allie Marini Batts

    Wow. I am transported back to my father-in-law’s illness–it’s brutally honest but retains a sense of delicacy and what really shines here is the compassion of the words. Thank you for this piece, Valentina. What a comfort to those who have been the caregivers.

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