Archive for the ‘poetry’ Category

Band-aid

May 22, 2016

Pain meds do their thing,

putting band-aids on the cause

of all this suffering.

 

cfblack, 5-21, morning

Relief

May 22, 2016

Pain is subsiding,

like ocean waves on the sand,

will it dare return?

 

cfblack, 5-21-2016, night

Allergic

May 22, 2016

The back rash from hell

allergic to his pain meds

what are we to do?

 

cfblack 5-21-2016, midday

Crisis point

May 22, 2016

Crisis point is reached,

moving to the brink of death,

or to recovery.

 

 

cfblack, night of 5-20-2016

Pain Meds

May 17, 2016

He ran out of pills.

“Wait 4 hours instead of 3.”

They don’t feel his pain.

AL’s haiku

May 17, 2016

orange marmalade
on wheat toast with pain killers
sweet 1 AM snack

 

Al Black 5-17, 4 days post surgery

 

 

Surgery Haiku’s

May 16, 2016

Baby Steps

One day at a time,

Baby step accomplishments

bring celebrations.

 

Ocycodone

Take one pill away,

Reduce pain medication,

No dependency.

cfblack  05-16-2016 (Day 3)

 

 

 

 

Going for a walk

May 16, 2016

Going for a walk

I step into the sunshine

leaving you behind.

Haiku’s for surgery

May 16, 2016

FIRST NIGHT

Holy Mother of God

Pain throbs continuously

Will it never end?

 

** Haiku’s for my husband’s ankle surgery experience.

Final Days

April 26, 2016

These are the final days,

days of remembering,

days of reflection,

of walks down the hall with support on each side,

days of service provided by family,

days of someone accepting their aid.

These are the days of aching bones,

when pain is simply a part of life,

when it is a struggle to get out of bed,

to get dressed,

and to sleep.

Days of being poked with needles,

of taking pills by mouth and IV,

Days to spend with family and friends,

and the loss of all privacy.

Days to say I love you,

Days to offer prayers,

These are the days of memories

when many stories are shared.

Some of these days are filled with tears,

some with laughter and joy,

Some are filled with stress and concern,

Some are over way too soon.

Days of precious intimacy,

of sitting with our loved ones,

days when time loses relevance,

days of God’s infinite mercy.

cfblack  04-26-2016