The Post Surgery Gift
Written two years ago, wobbly and foggy headed. Written from hospital bed high above the Seattle skyline. The surgeon had taken my thyroid, then a second surgery on heels of the first to stop post-surgery hemorrhage. Had a hard time stabilizing, day six of bed-bound hospital day of jello and broth, and out from behind discouragement, Goodness peeked around the corner, reminding me of my amazing life. Here’s to all of you out there struggling along, with an occasional patch of color peeking through the grey.
Jello red it shines
in Pudding bowl and waiting
And chicken broth, a golden hot that warms me
All IV places swelling, bruised
Electric shocks into my hands
The wound from surgery still pains
And pressured chest from walking
But still, red jello shines
The golden broth it warms
And beauty sings above the pain,
A song about my life.
Her eyes they brown as chocolate brown
A smile wide and joyful
His careful placing of the cuff
and working on the details
Raw I feel, and wobbly
Too many days no shower
But still, I see
eyes bright and kind
One working on the details
And beauty sings above the pain.
A song about my life
Thank you Marcelo Leal for the Image.