Elliott Perlin, MD
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She held her mother's hand
And listened to the radio
Play "Country Roads." Their
Faded photo on the nightstand
Was still pleasant to look at.
Red, yellow, black. The
Bedsores came in various colors,
Shapes, sizes. Decaying flesh. And
The severed legs. Their remnants
Quivered when she was turned.
The feeding tube mocked death,
Leading into her stomach white
Liquid, and she mixed it
With a bit of gruel.
(She would only eat for her.)
She used to ask about
The grandchildren. Now even
The glimmer in her eyes
Was gone. And locked in her
Bed, so was the struggle.
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Perlin E. Do Not Resuscitate. Ann Intern Med. 1990;112:152. doi: 10.7326/0003-4819-112-2-152_1
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Published: Ann Intern Med. 1990;112(2):152.
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