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Sitting by the window and reflecting, on one bitter cold day,
The sky cloudy, the weather report predicted snow,
The temperature outside 10 degrees, a little low,
33 years ago, it was a sad, life changing day that May.
My dad is all I could think of, he consumed my thoughts,
The Specialist Oncologist had given us the tragic news,
My soul trembled, my heartbeat fast, I developed the blues,
It was confirmed, my dad had cancer, my stomach in knots.
It was in his bronchial tubes, no therapy allowed,
For it would burn them, and he would certainly much sooner die,
I ran to the restroom at the Hospital, all I did was cry,
We went to a homeopath, who gave us extra time, only borrowed.
My dad was in remission for a year, then immediately,
Like a clock struck twelve, or like a storm with lightening,
The cancer began to spread this awful disease was metastasizing,
In 4 months, a man weighing 95 kilos became a skeleton, disturbing.
Our house doctor lived near and visited my dad every morning,
My dad was very sick by now, an expresso coffee cup of porridge,
We fed him, even water he hardly kept down, such awesome courage,
His breathing was hardly audible, manna mou he shouted, crying.
The doctor arrived, he said that this would be the longest day ever for us,
I took my son to school, explained that his grandpa might travel to heaven,
My father died that morning, my son was inconsolable, he sobbed until eleven
That night, wanted to go to school the next day, grandpa helped him in his test,
He said, and he got an A plus.
NB Manna mou – he was crying for my mom’s mum who he was very close to – Greek words.
We emerged from Grand Central Station,
Both ill, alarmed at our situation
Like two invaders, erupting forth
My twin went south, and I went North
I jaywalked reckless nearly hit by a car.
Then saw a bridge over the FDR
I wondered what price would be paid
On autopilot, I came on to the Esplanade
The pavement was wide, hexagonal tiled
The water was brilliant, turbulent wild
It mixed and whirled, restless and free
Yet ever drawn toward the devouring sea.
I got to the hospital, there was a nurse
She asked me questions from bad to worse
She seemed to have heard of my bad reputation
Briefly, I dreamt of Grand Central Station.
Then she asked me if I thought of self-harm
I said no, hoped she wouldn't push the alarm.
The doctor came, showed me the MRI
He flipped the sections, from my brain to my eye
We discussed options, if benign and if not
The biopsy would need x-rays to guide it to the spot
the tumor showed white, by the salivary gland
I turned white too, but stayed in command
Then I walked back, on the esplanade
Thinking life isn't fair, the price never paid
Was this all set in motion, when I made past mistakes?
Should I be angry or was it just the breaks?
Act of nature? Act of men? Either way
Life's river flows on, from the stream to the bay.
In this land we had a President teacher
So was our nice neighbour next door
A fertile ground to hold holy such a duty
An easy guess : respect was far more important
Than what we thought of compensation for labour
That renders throats dry sniffing chalk dust
Only moon will tell when will settle the chalk dust
A sunset ago, a gavel gave hope to a teacher
After a century of glittering tearful labour
Now hope of a sincere deal beckoning at the door
No doubt heavier pocket will make light his duty
Money sweetens always what is already important
In every corner of the land you find among the important
A teacher who rides to the market on a bicycle full of dust
Because he has a family to cater for besides his duty
There is no story more familiar in Kenya than a teacher’s
He accepted to teach in a classroom without a door
And to inspire under such sick conditions of labour
The teacher has earned respect through honest labour
So we must put him up there among the important
Grateful we are to defender who opened him a door
To enjoy the fruits and economy of perfumed chalkdust
To walk an inch higher and remind all: “I am a teacher”
A demonstration of honour to an age old duty
We have finally woken up to our reality of duty
To those who polish our brains through hard labour
The doctor up the street and senator have been to a teacher
The syringe makes a doctor, the chalk makes a teacher important
I hope the doctor will know it is the stress and curse of chalk dust
When a tired smart man consults him behind a closed door
Hope is high up the sky, admin keeping a policy of open door
Who are we not to encourage him in this line of duty?
With further engagements we will settle the dust
And render hopeful around country the classroom labour
We will bring to town a statue in memory of a teacher
For all sectors to know he who holds the bottom is important
Hope the momentum will not blow on our faces some other dust
And cut short the celebrations with humiliation for our teacher
What this land has achieved in this regard is far too important
I'm Restless and defeated
Feeling overwhelmed and cheated
My Plate about to topple
Don't you dare pop that waffle
Shut your mouth and the door
Clean the dog pee off the floor
Fit to be tied, mouth foaming
Computer died, phone roaming
Don't look at me with that cheesy grin
My patience, like ice, that's growing thin
Just finished my Alaskan shower
Thanks to you bathing for an hour
Spent my last dollar topping off my tank
Just to find, my car won't crank
Pants ripped when I bent over
Picking up a 3 leafed clover
Dog ran off, didn't think he'd go far
As luck would have it, he was hit by a car
thought we'd spend the day, saying goodbye
Would you believe, he didn't die
At the vet, running up my credit
I'll revise my budget again and re edit
Sporting a cone around his head
The doctor said he should be hand fed
It's ok, I have time to spare
Out of work due to an allergy flare
Looking like a blowfish with chicken pox
Hamster got loose at the delight of a fox
Kids called the cops for animal abuse
Handcuffed for 2 hours before they let me loose
Neighborhood kids, come knocking
I wish I could say it was the least bit shocking
Leaving doors open, letting in the flies
I hide in the bathroom and find I have spies
Little feet under the shower curtain
Bottoms spanked, hands hurtin
Crawl in the bed at 1 a.m.
Sleep for 5 hours, then do it again
The doctor gave me a prescription for medicine,
and all the container said was, take two pills at bedtime;
I decided to look up the side effects and warnings,
holy smokes, the list was a mile long . . . causes dizziness.
Oh that's great, I am dizzy already, confusion, headache,
muscle weakness, WEIGHT GAIN (darn it ), slow heart beat;
chance of heart attack, seizures, liver/kidney damage,
patients may have higher likelihood of cancer resulting in death.
If breathing stops . . . call 911??? No way I will be taking
these PILLS, those w a r n i n g s are too scary for this girly girl.
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October 14, 2016
Poetry/Light Poetry/Warnings
Copyright Protected, ID 10-839-409-14
All Rights Reserved, 2016, Constance La France
Well, I've been in jail since Juvember,
And I've pulled thru Maynever,
And now it's past September,
And I wonder if I'll ever,
Get out of here,
Yea, this place sure would be lonely,
If it wasn't for my pet,
And he sure is real homely,
But still, my love he'll get,
He sleeps in a matchbox,
And wakes up in my bed,
He's sometimes in my socks,
Or a layin' by my head,
I enter him in races ,
With all my criminal friends,
And me, he never disgraces,
My race-roach always wins,
He can really move fast,
One second for five feet,
And I sure hope his legs will last,
So he'll never get beat,
And he holds the track record,
Here in this ol' jail,
And he might just beat it,
But only time will tell,
But then one day my race roach
Was walking on my shelf,
When he suddenly fell off of it,
And nearly killed himself,
So I hollered for the Sheriff,
And he came a runnin' fast,
I told him to call the doctor,
Or my race roach wouldn't last,
Well, the doctor came a flyin'
A little later in the day,
I told him my race roach is dying,
What more could I say?
The doctor said I am sorry son,
But his leg will never bend,
I believe his career's done,
He'll never win agin,
So I started crying,
I cried agin and agin,
I almost felt like dying,
Now my roach would never win,
So the doctor took him away,
Yea, he took him out the door,
And I just have to say,
I haven't seen him anymore,
But what really puzzles me,
Is where'd he take my "baby bug?"
I wish he'd bring him back to me,
So I could give him one more hug!!
Hey!!!I just caught another one,
A little faster than the last!
This little "Bugsie" can get it on!!!
Gosh is he ever fast!!!!!
I feel so bad writing these verses
Spewing hate when all I feel is love
38 years of pain is seeping
Kindness leaving, my life is for reaping
Never allowed to express my feelings
Others always right, my heart always takes a beating
My truth is mine, you dont have to believe
Your truth is yours only to perceive
Narcissistic, that you are
But who were you before?
I thought you were my hero
Now when I think of you i cry into my pillow
How did we get here, where did it go wrong?
You were my confidant for so long
But as time passed the real you came out
A liar, a cheat but the real victim is me
You used to say you'd love me whatever
Now were just strangers forever
You don't even say happy birthday no more
How can a mother forget the day their child was born?
Crying in silence, missing you like mad
So much to tell you, it makes me so sad
I wish I could call just to say hello
Even writing this makes me feel low
But the hate that I feel has overtaken
The lie you told was of your making
38 years since the lie was first said
38 years later the lie lives in my head
I look like him, did that hurt you?
I didn't want my face to break you
My heart is sick just like his too
Do you know the doctor said I might not make it through?
If I should pass without saying goodbye
Read these verses to help understand why
Please know i loved you no matter what
Unconditional forever even when the door was shut
I'm sorry that I ruined your life
I'm sorry that I couldn't make it right
I'm sorry that I ever was born
But you chose my dad yet im the one that mourns
I'm in a straight jacket and you have the key
Nobody is coming to rescue me
You told the lie, you broke my heart
I wish we could go back to the start
Our time is done, I have to admit that is true
Mother and daughter a relationship we outgrew
I'm always here for you, though its more than you deserve
There's always a seat at my table...no need to reserve
You were 14 weeks and 6 days when we got the news.
The previous check-ups with the doctor went well, you measured a little small, but nothing that prayer and medicine could not fix.
My heart bleeds for your mum, I mean my heart hurts like no other, but she dreamt of your soon arrival.
Just the thought of you, brought joy that could not be contained.
I imagined your beautiful smile, eyes, and warm embrace.
So to hear them state that they could not hear or detect your heartbeat, causes mine to almost stop.
I don’t blame God, because he knows all things, but more importantly, he loves me.
I do question why?
Is there something different that I could have done, to possibly change things, and save your life?
Yeah, I know that I will see you one day in Heaven, but that seems too far away.
Family and friends offer condolences, words of remorse, and sentiments of comfort, but that won’t bring you back.
I love them, but I long to hold you in my arms.
To someday hear you say Daddy I love you.
But that will never be.
I will see you someday.
Till then, know that I love you, more than my words could ever express.
Good bye for now,
Your Dad,
Author Paul Cumberbatch (July 27th 2023)
Happy Old Jack is back on track
Had a rough go of it for a week or so
Wondered if it was really ever going to end
I'm almost back to normal but it's slow
Wasn't totally sure I'd make it through
Felt like my head was about to explode
Slept for about ten hours every night
And six hours every day on overload
I don't wish this on my worst enemies
But maybe just a small dose could strike
Perhaps a wee bit couldn't hurt methinks
I'd just like to share and share alike
It's been like an out of body experience
I'll behave myself from this day forward
I promise to behave from this day forward
Trust me, it's just what the doctor ordered
Happy Old Jack is back on track
Had a rough go of it for a week or so
But all's well that ends well they say
I'm almost back to normal but it's slow
I talk and talk all in vain,
let me tell you that is a pain.
Do you hear me yes or no,
I am about ready to blow.
I feel you cannot hear me,
so I just want to flee.
The doctor says you can hear,
maybe you need a beer.
The doctor says you just don't listen,
you need to pay attention.
Tuning people out,
can make them pout.
In your world all alone,
is your perfect home.
Date: 8-31-2019 Written
Third Place 9/5/2019 Silence “Silence Is Your Perfect Home” By Paula Goldsmith Contest Judged: 9/5/2019 Sponsored by: Silent One