"Pamela has composed one of the loveliest writing-to-heal books for people living with cancer that could be imagined."
-John Fox, CPT;
for Poetic Medicine
I am a crystal pitcher holding white tulips. I am quite old, but the tulips in me were almost newborn a few days ago. Now, daily, they are faltering. They have gone from standing up straight to choosing their own falling down angle. I still find them lovely, but soon, because they get no fresh water, they will dry up. I wish I could help. If I had a voice I’d remind the lady who owns me to take better care of things. Herself included. I’d tell her…
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