Cona Adams Poet Narrative

Emerald Fields

(May Birthstone: Emeralds)

            1935
On May 2nd, I attempted 
to enter the world,
 feet first.

To save both Mother and baby, 
the midwife's cruel hands 
reached in
and flipped me over.

My lack of cries,
a clue not understood.

            1942
Nighttime seizures, 
memory lapses, confusion.
Pills for Epilepsy prescribed 
and normal life restored.

            1971
Prayer for healing, in faith,
stronger than a mustard seed . . .
Ask, and you shall receive.
Pills dumped in the waste-bin.

Suddenly, freedom came,
as soft wind which caresses 
emerald fields of grain.


Matthew 17:20, Luke 17:6,
     John 16:24 RSV

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Paul Callus November 22, 2014 at 5:55 PM So you are not fussy about revealing your age:) I wish many others were like you! Thank you for sharing parts of your private life; makes you likeable and humane. Prayer and faith can, up to a point, be great alternatives for medicine. #7 // paul Cona Adams November 23, 2014 at 2:26 PM Thank you, Paul. No, I've never seen reason to lie about my age. I'm simply thankful to have made it to this point. It's certainly better than the alternative! My mother lived to 93. I tell everyone I've got at least 14 more years. :-)