The Time of My Miracle
I was only five and barely alive; diagnosed with a dreaded disease;
For six months I lay in a hospital bed not quite ready to leave.
My kidneys had failed; medications were no avail;
dialysis seemed the only treatment.
Then a miracle occurred; I know it’s absurd,
because they don’t really happen too frequent.
Every morning I wasn’t dead the doctors scratched their heads
wondering how I was hanging on -
And slowly but surely I started to heal until the disease, somehow, was gone.
I was written about in the medical journals as an unsolved mystery;
That time in my life – even as young as I was - is my most significant history.
Not many of us can remember our lives when we were only five years old –
But I am here to tell, I remember it well; and often my story I’ve told.
A special bond had formed between my father and me
who visited me every day;
While my mother stayed home taking care of my five siblings
with one more sister on the way.
I write many poems of pure fiction but I assure you this story is true;
I was five years old, when my parents were told soon my life would be through.
This year, I turn 54 and have never had any kidney problems since.
Written and posted by Joe Flach on 1/8/2012 for Nette Onclauds, "...At This Age" contest.
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