Biopsy

A tiny prick
Delivers juice
To numb the pain.
The fear hurts more,
Then I feel him.
Our souls connect
Very briefly
But he was there
Holding my hand,
Because I called.
He promised me
He would visit.
Drill and popping
Instrument sounds;
Doctor narrates
What he’s doing.
Conversation
Distracts me from
My discomfort,
Then it’s over.
Dad’s soul leaves me
And I’m ok.