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Blessed Today As I swallowed my morning dose of medication I gave a silent, quick thank you to Jehova todays pain is not so great as yesterday and today these 10 pills will cure all. I baffled doctors and surgeons and I have seen the best none seem to know what to say when one syndrome conflicts with the rest. Where one will deny it's Lupus and swear by his skill it 's MS another replies with a new idea though admits it's only a guess. Sjorgens Syndrome drying me up seizures take me for days my bones break loose and float around my muscles deteriate away. SLE, MS., TMJ., who really cares anyway? fibromyalgia, heart murmer, arthritus calcium deposits and reflux disease who can count the rest? And the very worst thing of all the surgery that cut my brain removed my right temporal lobe and appears to have been in vain. But still, it's important to remember though there be no cure today to praise the Lord for the number of blessing that come my way. I try hard to forget the life that I once lived before driving, working, coming and going and volunteering at the school. Cub Scouts and Girl Scout leaders yard sales and shopping malls bike riding or taking a walk I just miss them all. But, I'll not take off my glasses rose colored as granny would say because I need to remember I have been blessed today. So yes, I have a headache but no migrain yet today I can get myself to the bathroom if my legs don't give away. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2006-07-31 22:21:58
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Ellen,
Another fine write from poet's pen. The window you given us a change to view through gives much to contemplate,; do we really put our faith in doctors. I think you've captured the essence of where we must stand firm and believe, Great Spirit has given us so much to be thankful for and even when unexplained ailments befall us, even in that we can find the Father's workings. I sympathize with all that you discribe and NO, they will never agree on diagnosis...they just don't know. Keep the faith, it will serve you well now as it has before. The only thing I'd change about your poem would to be "leaving off the last paragraph"', it seems to be like a double ending and dilutes the impact of the previous paragraph in MHO. Good work and thanks for sharing with us.
Best always,
Lora