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Erysipelas Poems

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Premium Member Poem Mysterious Disease Joyce Johnson Narrative Narrative erysipelas, childhood, mother, recovery,

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Erysipelas Poem Example

Mysterious Disease

I never mentioned it to her, don’t know
if anybody did; the fact that she didn’t look the same
after she finally recovered..
I don’t know how old I was when Mama 
turned very sick with  such a strange disease 
and  even stranger name.

“Arasyplis” was what I thought they said.
I couldn’t find it  there under “A” when
 I searched the doctor book.
I knew I probably had the spelling wrong;
maybe it started with the letter “E”.
I found it there and started reading..

“Erysipelas, a dangerous skin 
disease.”  I almost closed the book, not sure
I wanted to read about it,  
afraid it would say my mama would die.
“ Caused by Streptococcus bacterium.”
I quickly closed the door.

“Inflammation and swelling of the skin”.
I’d be in trouble if they found me there,
not wanting me to know.
“Sometimes spreads rapidly, ending in death.“
My mama was going to die and I
wondered what would happen to us.

Could Papa take care of us without Mama?
My  sister and my baby brother were
both still so very small.
I wished that I had never learned to read
and didn’t know how sick my mama was,
from her dreadful disease.

Mama’s face swelled beyond recognition
and every night I prayed to God she’d live.
I didn’t tell anyone what I had discovered.
Our little town had no hospital then.
The doctor came each day and 
a nurse stayed to take care of her.

My Mama did get better and the 
swelling went away,
but she  never looked the same.
I wonder if she knew.

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