Bard, Dentist

Dear Helena,

My work is incomplete

without you.

Your minstrel voice which used to sooth

is westward now,

But I remember the spirit you brought

and so do the paitents.

How you used to comfort those in pain

physical or emotional

with stories and songs.

I thought you were maybe an angel

too good to be real.

But then you came to us swearing in frustration once

and I realized you are human too.

And I could be like you.

 

Thank you.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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