A Sacroiliac Day
I thought this was for old folks? my hair dark brown
Just a little gray, I watch clever acidic comedies at night
I have dreams, had hope but now the pain adds years
My husband is cranky and my heart hurts as I listen
These bones grind and my hands swell, my brain tired
A set of spinal nerves sting, my body cries out for relief
The sun covers the leaves into a bright yellow light
Crows have cawed insistent demanding their morning nuts
I hear a different caw, smaller, loud, worried screeching,
The young in the tall pine do not trust their mother
My dogs have eaten and lie down eyes closed waiting
I need to take them out and they are quietly watching
I have asked for their forbearance, my dogs are not nurses
So many hours inside the house, walks now shorter
They are sleeping their bellies rising up and down
They rub against the carpet and stare looking at the Park
The grey squirrels, small dogs barking, humans laughing
Disappeared -- I focus at the computer reading about pain
Wincing and groaning as I give them their dinners
Questioning on the phone is there another way,
But the pain demands action, the meds make me sick
An old woman’s complaints, but this is not cancer again
Something new, while doctors have opened the clinic
The elderly thin, and grey haired stand tired in a line
I curse trying to get on that bright blue dress
For the X-Ray— apologize to a young girl in crutches
And she laughs, so do I, the x-ray is ugly, another doctor
To see, the virus is wandering around searching for prey
Here I am once a counselor and friend but now…
Just dealing with the worries of another declining day
Copyright © Linda Milgate | Year Posted 2020
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