An Ode to My White Coat by Linda Nicoll
AN ODE TO MY WHITE COAT I remember that August day when I first saw you in your gleaming, white, anonymous austerity. You among all the others were mine. In your presence my father’s eyes welled up with pride. I took you home and wrapped my hopes in your arms. It’s been more than a year now, and you are not so white anymore. Nor do I drape you about my arm with such reverence as before. For I have chaffed beneath your stiffness, and I have thrown you upon the floor. Your sleeves are stained with my tears. But I will always love you. For you have been there through all I have endured. Waiting. Until I have proven myself worthy to call myself your own.
by linda nicoll












