My Partner, the Geriatrician
You spoke to their son for such a long time,
explaining why his father needed a memory
care unit, what you could do to help
his mother. Then you hung up the phone
and sobbed into your hands. Partly for them,
but mostly for your fourteen-year-old dog,
Duncan, who must be put down today.
You grieve his failing body and mind
and your patient’s, too. You’re not sure
there is a God, but you allow room
for a dog heaven full of sun and smells,
always free from pain. I know God
believes in you—His voice and comfort,
and He awaits Duncan in an open field.
Published in Alpha Omega Alpha, May 2021
Lynette Lamp 