Hi Dennis ! Wonderful to hear from you directly--and the beautifully evocative poem is testimony that you are certainly "all there" after the surgery ! :-) Thanks so much for including it with your message---and who said poetry had to rhyme these days?
In fact, it reminded me so much of one I wrote when Peter had (hernia not PD) surgery that I'll take the liberty of including it here, in case I never sent it to you.It doesn't rhyme either .....
Dennis Greene wrote in part---
>Hi
>I'm back after what so far seems to be successful surgery. My thanks for your prayers and good wishes.
>Whilst not specifically a PD poem, the following was begun whilst looking
>from my room on the morning of surgery.
>Sorry folks - mostly it doesn't rhyme
>Dennis
>
AT THE HOSPITAL--January
Evening:
>From the window --
sky, a featureless grey,
sheds light snow,
falling like perpetual motion.
Far below, the Hospital Entrance sign
punctuates the dusk,
and a snow-iced patio features yews
trimmed like a baker's dozen
of cupcakes.
Distance and glass insulate me from cold,
from sounds of traffic ,
from snow-dusted workers
sneaking a smoke in defiance of weather,
their other witnesses only
the mourning doves
studding the bare branches of patio trees.
It is sombre and still,
outside and inside this room,
where my love lies under blankets
as white as the snow icing the cupcake-yews.
I keep watch as he slowly surfaces from
the drug-induced slumber
that succeeds the surgeon's blade.
The snow grows denser,
the pain returns.
Morning:
On the phone, a tentative voice--
"I need you here, when will you come ?"
But when I reach the hospital,
he is seated in a chair, revived.
We make our cautious way into the glistening world,
still frosted, but sparkling in sunshine--
a new day has begun!
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