The
Wheezing Cherub,
Her Earth Grandmama,
and OUR LOSSES |
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By
Ed
Ruden, MD
Natalie
is my sonorous Wheezer--The Orchestra in her chest is rarely in Tune--Alveolar
Anxiety
She will
come in with Raucous Cacophony and
appear
to have just finished a 50-yard dash
unsuccessfully
I Treasure
her serendipitous visits
Rosey
Cheeks, the Thickest Light Brown Ponytail,
Those
Gifted Round Eyes
The Heavenly
Angel Reads to US while being
NEBBED
with OUR Misty Solutions to relieve the
Frothy
Rigid PUlmonary MILKSHAKE ...
BOOKS
Of Joy, OF HOPE, of HUGS and Kisses, of
Teddy
Bears and Soft, Fluffy Creatures ONE would
like
to crawl into bed with when our Bones are damp
and aching
Grandmama
is Her most capable Caretaker since the
young
one's earliest years
Such
a Tragedy--MOM's death from a Lymphomatous
Lecher
in her prime
The mid-50s
SAVIOR is a bundle of nurturing energy,
a 60s
lady grown wise, mellow, with Rainbow
vestments
and Iridescent fingernails
I unveil
the recent Demise of my own Father
We weep
together and Breath out Long Serene, Unobstructed
Exhalations
to Placate our Grief ...
