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Cotton
by
Michael Scott

I was fifteen
when he was born,
my brother.
I kissed him,
told my mother
his cheeks were
like cotton.
His breath, sweet,
His hands, so small.

Fifty years later
he lay dying.
His lungs,
his brain,
both being eaten away
by the relentless
Cancer.

Now, his breathing labored,
as I hold his hand
once again, a hand
no longer small.
And I kiss his rough
bearded cheek,
no longer like cotton.

The hospice nurse appears,
in white-cotton dress,
there, beside the white cotton
sheets, there, with a gentle
ripple now,
as the stillness after a storm,
and soft, and white,
like cotton.

--Submitted by Michael Scott on 2013-09-15.

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