And she was unsympathetic
That immigrant doctor
I heard she told a patient
“You’re too fat.”
This was whispered
In accents of pleased shocked horror
She came to dinner
That unsympathetic doctor
Told a little of her story
To my wide eyed children
When she was 10
They were boat people
Pirates caught them
“They weren’t so bad,” she said
“We were about to die from lack
of food and water
Though we heard other stories
that were very bad.”
My daughter could imagine the boat.
She moved to my lap.
The pirates were too real.
Perhaps plenty is not always taken
And sympathy is a matter of degree.
previously posted on everything2.com in 2009 and here too, though I have not figured out how to find it….
for the Daily Prompt: enlighten.
Luminous night of the soul: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0OaRZrdoTQ0