Getting outside more has been a goal of mine for some time now. This week, I finally got some time with a nurse so that I could go get the final pieces of wood and hardware for our latest outdoor adventure. THESE are the faces of SUCCESS!
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. 🙂
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
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]
Basekamp Laundry Mountain 