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Nurse’s Prayer

HEIDI EVE-CAHOON

For grandmothers who boast and bake

For the women who cry and tremble,
the ones who come frightened

For mammograms that peer inside

For the will to be strong
against needles that sting and burn,
scalpels that carve away landscapes of skin
chemicals with long names,
beams of radiation that blaze invisible

For the new life after
For all the women at the table laughing

For remembering each day
as a debt, a gift

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