April Fools

The confusion of illness

I wish there had been a 
Been a fence to keep us out
The fluttering of the white
Was not enough
I was committed
And couldn’t get away
If only the curtain
Had been strong enough
To keep away
The smell of clean johnnies
And non-latex gloves
To keep
The parade out
The parade of white-coated interns,
It didn’t
They just kept coming, sometimes
In droves, other times in
Especially when
The pain
Was excruciating
They trickled 
Promises and keys
Monitors and permission
But never enough to warm
His cold body
In the ER
How many times would they ask
Questions from the frail, pain riddled man
Without his memory?
How many times would I have to correct 
His story?
Her story?
And yet they kept coming
And when he cried
I had to explain to the intern
That it was OK
It was just
The morphine crying.
Not my father  

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Micky Dee 7 years ago

This is very touching. Thank you very much. This is hard truth put together beautifully. Thanks

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mbwalz 7 years ago from Maine Author

Thank you Micky! It's part of a triptych I wrote a while back.

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habee 6 years ago from Georgia

This reminds me much of my own father. He shot himself and survived 3 weeks on machines and morphine.

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mbwalz 6 years ago from Maine Author

Oh habee, I'm so sorry. That must have been very hard. It is amazing how we can and do go on, isn't it? Peace!

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