I study with pen in hand, thumb
on page writing like the monks
who transcribed bibles in the
Dark Ages.
Each letter flows to next
in the rubbish cursive I learned
from an old man who smoked and
drank. He was the best teacher
I’ve ever had. It was third grade.
As I write each foreign-sounding word
I start to understand the difficulties
my parents had in learning this language.
Those monks knew their bible well
by the end as they spent their days in
cells like bees about their craft
so that one more person would read,
one life be saved.
Ars Medicina
Victor Macrinici
Class of 2019
#medschoolportrait
Vidya Govind
Class of 2018
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