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A routine exam for three year old Pam
Disclosed a small, benign infected sty.
And then we found a cancer growing behind;
So, just like that, we took out her eye.
She still looked cute with her lids sewn shut,
Yet that did not stop me from looking away,
Up and over my mahagonay desk
At my two healthy kids in a gold-leaf frame.
And their eyes!
Their eyes!
How,
Years later,
They still glance back, with eyes on fire,
Toward the stars in her eyes, the patients I see,
To life's patient mysteries,
My learning to touch and to hold--
To cure without eyes.
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