9:18, on my June's day 3. Birth of our generations first, became Fridays worst promise made. One nine eight three. Ignorance defeated my innocence, that day wasn't so innocent. By the next day, one would say, I was already stripped of all my privileges. To consume and ingest an amount, pediatricians say that could lay one down to rest. In peace at six feet, wasn't the plan for he who loves me. I lost but was still left in the lead. Left but (I didn't lose) lonely wasn't a loss for me. A loss without losing, at no cost with nothing to be proven. Loose screws have been put in. Scars etched, have been like tattoos on skin. Memories have their highlights but also bring dark reminders. Pride has its pretenders that life forces us to be cordial with. Trust has become a hot commodity.
Pediatricians smartened up
From when my kids were small,
'Cause now they're not the reason
Why their patients start to bawl.
They still do the examining,
Connecting all the dots,
But leave it to the nurses
To administer the shots.
It works with babes and toddlers
But as kids wise up with age,
They'll figure out the doc should be
The target of their rage.
A lesson to be learned, perhaps,
For bosses have the perk
Of letting all the underlings
Perform their dirty work!
They shouldn’t need to make caskets only four feet long
Pediatricians shouldn’t have to specialize in oncology
Scarves shouldn’t be worn by ten year old girls
To protect their bald heads as caused by radiology
Little arms shouldn’t bare puncture marks from IV needles
Fifth grade homework shouldn’t be delivered to hospital beds
Last rites shouldn’t be given before her confirmation dress is worn
Parents shouldn’t be praying that they were the ones dying instead
She is too innocent to fear her impending death
She is too young to regret having never fallen in love
Watching your child suffer through this torment and pain
It is easy to lose faith in a merciful God up above
Get well cards shouldn’t have Hello Kitty on front
A last wish shouldn’t be for a Happy Meal
When they remove her lifeless body from this hospital room
They shouldn’t need to prepare it for another sick boy or girl
They shouldn’t need to make caskets only four feet long
Easily carried by just two men
Funeral parlors shouldn’t be crowded with the grade school staff
And a roomful of crying children
For the "One Silver Tear Free Poetry Contest". Written and posted on 7/23/2012.
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