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Education  |   November 2018
To My Mother in Surgery
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  • This poem is one of the finalists of Anesthesiology’s first annual creative writing competition, The Letheon.
    This poem is one of the finalists of Anesthesiology’s first annual creative writing competition, The Letheon.×
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Education / Mind to Mind / Central and Peripheral Nervous Systems / Critical Care / Hematologic System / Neuromuscular Diseases and Drugs / Pediatric Anesthesia / Technology / Equipment / Monitoring
Education   |   November 2018
To My Mother in Surgery
Anesthesiology 11 2018, Vol.129, 1045. doi:10.1097/ALN.0000000000002263
Anesthesiology 11 2018, Vol.129, 1045. doi:10.1097/ALN.0000000000002263
You’re under anesthesia’s spell,
and I’m in the Appalachians.
Won’t let my movie-mind play
what’s happening,
can’t second guess
the Plan for an 85-year-old,
so I’ll think of us last week—
shopping, lunching, sampling key lime pie.
In your Florida garden, I recited my new poems,
you clapped, believing in me as always.
My brother just called: You made it through.
I know what you look like in ICU, so tiny
in a trap of wires and tubes,
hardly my mother at all.
I’ll change the film to us on the beach:
You grasp my arm, lean into me.
We watch sanderlings sprint
from white-hot sands
to the brink
of receding
seas.