This week for Poetry Thursday, the emphasis is on dealing with intense personal experiences. Here is my offering for the week:
by Julie Zaccone Stiller
I bring you to the high bed
harried nurses provide scant sympathies
the needles cords and monitors
my terror at your helpless condition
the reason for all this drama
at the silence of your bleeding
of blessings received in disguise
A week ago, Tuesday, my son Alex fainted and fell on his face at summer camp. We ended up spending the day in the emergency room. That is what this poem is about.
He is fine now, except for the shiner that he has on one eye, now a fine lime/mulberry color.