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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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