the tug at my heart
bore a small hole
couldn’t find
the plug
to control
the weeping
seeping
had no pain
had no shield
Gwynneth Green is a poet and lyricist extraordinaire,
her poetry and lyrical background are gifts
from her grandfather, Bud Green
a poets notes
be scared… more so be aware
Yesterday I posted a piece written by an epidemiologist at Dartmouth Hitchcock Medical Center.
I received another copy of it by email sent by a Dr.
There was a lot of information, I would like to address the section on being a “unit.”
Unfortunately, it appears that message is not getting across
