[MR] OT a poem from my mom

[mchoward at cox.net]

Beautiful Poison


I called you Poison
You with the difficult names.
I sat for hours
And stared with fascinated horror
As you steadly dripped
 Drop
       		        by 
Drop
Down a tube into my body.
You drained my energy
And left fatigue in its’ place.
You tried to keep me from nutrition
By having my body reject 
What little I managed to eat.
You tried to deny me water
By making it taste terrible.
My pillow was testament to your power,
Covered with my hair and wet from my tears.
It has been a long journey
You and I have traveled.

But I have learned to call you Beautiful
You with the difficult names.
For you have given me promise
That life will go on.
You have eaten the tumors
That filled my body.
And above all else
I have the joy of seeing each new day
As a promise that I will see tomorrow.
My family and friends have been there for me
Sending me prayers when I needed their strength.
You have taught me patience
Where I once had so little.
But above all else
You have granted me additional days
To live .
To live and watch my grandchildren grow. 


Matt of Norfolk