Patrick’s Sunday
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Our St. Patrick’s Day adventure- on a bitter cold New England day.
Archive for the ‘poem’ Category
Along for the ride
There’s no one here along for the ride
No face, no heart, who walks alongside;
There’s no one here along for the ride
Whose brain I can pick, whose ear I confide.
There’s no one here along for the course
When possible maladies hit with such force;
There’s no one here along for the course
Who adds their perspective or rallies the horse.
There’s no one here to ride this with me
To bear part the burden, to set worry free;
There’s no one here to ride this with me
To understand, fear, or care constantly.
There’s no one here, supportive of me,
To withstand the ups & the downs of the 3;
There’s no one here, supportive of me,
Who I can rely all tiresome journey.
There’s no one here along for the ride
Who helps set the pace, keeps vigorous stride;
There’s no one here along for the ride
Deserving a hit from the “may be” landslide.
Seriously- Romance?
I sign on for the National Poetry Month Blogroll at BlogHer and their prompts already have veered far from my life. The best romantic poem? Seriously? Who reads those? More importantly: who CAN read those??
Don’t get me wrong, I have LOTS of love in my life- just none of a romantic nature. My children love me to the moon & back, & I them. Some of my nurses love me, in addition to loving my kids. They show this through their thoughtful encouragement for the day-to-day, in baking for friends & being sure to bring me some, by repairing a broken screen door during the overnight shift. My kids’ biological and adoptive families share love with us all the time, but “romance”- LOL
At one-point, a few friends suggested I post a profile on an online dating site- they even began crafting my profile description. In keeping with the “spirit” of the BlogHer challenge, and honoring poetry in my posts all month long, here is my version of my poetic personal ad:
SWF likes:
Leisurely strolls through hospital halls
Internet shopping, not crowd-filled malls
Long, 3-4 hour, grain-free meals
Ortho-clogs, ne’er spikey heels.
Tall & smart & kind & stressed
Medical emergencies at her best
Many children at her knee
Happy, smiling, busy bee
Seeks:
Kind & strong & loving man
Medical training a plus my friend.
Helicopter pilot a valued skill-
Quick land on hospitals for a thrill-
Soft of heart & quick of mind
Cherished partner love to find.
Not thinking it would work, but there it is: romance. 
So Happy Its Tuesday
Today’s another wheezy day
Reduction in their time for play
Nebs on meds on nebs again
The Vest, some care, neb number 10
Top of hill there’s feeding woes
Slower than the sloth it goes
7 hours every day-
How long can feeds go on this way?
Love and hugs and play and song
Are fit between the meds along
Bedtime pause, sing one-on-one,
Then more nebs ‘fore day is done.
Lest we rest, we do not dare,
Pause in loving complex care.
Future hopeful, but unknown,
Days are PICU in our home,
Memories are made each day
Special moments on the way
Ne’er forget to cherish each
Love each other, this do teach.
4-3-2012
First Poems
In trying to participate in the NaBloPoMo Blogroll this month, I guess veering from their first suggestion mightn’t encourage me to keep writing this month. My first poem I remember memorizing may have been “Hickory Dickory Dock”… It has been a very long time. I have memorized so very many and written many more since then.
When I was a child I went to a parochial school so we memorized many poems, prayers & other religious litany. During my time in elementary school, I also wrote many poems. I remember being the student chosen to write a poem for an Easter service, and having it done up in calligraphy by our class’s most talented artist.
One of the poems I wrote in elementary school was accepted into an “American Poetry Anthology” when I submitted it during late elementary or early high school. I don’t remember which one and have not ever seen a copy of the text but I remember the poem. Short and reflective of where I was in my life at the time:
This little flower, Alone on a hill
Watching & waiting for a message of God’s Will
Be like this flower, Ye children of God
And watch, It is not a bed of flowers on which your feet trod.
[Gretchen Kirby, circa 1976]
Birthday Gifts for an SN Parent
This week, our children’s hospital featured a post on their blog about things you can do to support a parent of a child with special needs. The post stimulated me to write about what I wish for for my birthday:
A wish list from the Mom, of kids with special needs
Does not include a teal blue box or collegiate-grade of tweeds
My dreamy gift tomorrow could cost nary a cent
A telephone, a short car-ride, and time with me is spent
A person with a weed-whacker who braves the overgrown
Who weeds the bed out front, and trims the flora sewn
Do you do laundry? Or could you play, be fun?
If you could sit & play a while, I could get some laundry done.
Can you pick up prescriptions? Almond milk? Vanilla for our cake?
If you brought meat & veggies o’er, I’d take the time to bake.
But you need not even venture out, to show me that you care
Reach out, e-mail, accept my child, remind me that you’re there.
