I Left My Purse On the Chopper
It is day number twenty-one.
I've been awake for a week, I think.
The ride in the chopper was fun...
But my hair never slept a wink!
I love how the Universe speaks.
The tap on the shoulder, a whisper
From angels who know time has ceased
Asleep, til her prince just kissed her!
A tragic event - I might die
But i woke up and everyone smiled.
The husband and kids by my side,
The Universe bearing a child.
The Doctors and Nurses from God,
Who helped me get back on the hopper,
Discharged me with twenty prescriptions,
But I left my purse on the chopper!!
Copyright © Karen Feist | Year Posted 2009
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