Many of you may recall having read these lines from past Thanksgivings; it is a retelling of a visit I had with one of my patients during this time of year—a woman whose life and struggles were unlike mine in many ways, but who nevertheless taught me many things about courage and integrity.
I hope you enjoy these words, and have a blessed Thanksgiving week.
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Allow me to spin upon the spindle
a tale of an encounter true.
A patient once, a homeless mum,
her words now recounted for you:
The hour of autumn arrives anew
when mirth and feasts abound.
But let me confess my days to you,
true gifts which have been found…
The steady cadence of my heart,
voice to praise when souls fall dark,
vision to behold each fresh day’s start-
For this, I am thankful.
The assured exhale of every breath,
joys gone by, its memories kept,
cloth to shield from winter’s death-
For this, I am thankful
Days when I can veil my cries,
days I look you in the eyes,
to know on night lies brighter skies-
For this, I am thankful.
So for this…I am thankful.
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Categories: All Poetry, Medical Poetry, Medicine, Poetry by Phoebe







An absolutely beautiful and heartfelt poem! Its emotion is definitely felt, almost tangible. Amazing! Thank you for sharing. 🙂
Thank you so much for your kind words! 🙂 🙂
I was a pre-med major but also loved writing and the arts. I love how you creatively combined the two!
🙂 🙂
Here is a song I wrote about Thanksgiving called ‘Plymouth Rock’…bit alternative but if you fancy something different give it a listen to 🙂 https://juniorchills.wordpress.com/2016/11/23/plymouth-rock/
I’m listening to it right now…and loving it… 🙂
Beautiful poem and good reminder than no matter what there is always something to be thankful for. You just have to look for it to see it. Thanks for showing us.