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Two to One “Will she live?” I asked. With God as the ultimate bookmaker When I heard she had won, I smiled. I didn’t cry. “What will she be like now?” I asked I took my filly home “Will she get better?” I asked We spent many hours in our stable. Love Graham Thank you, Paul Wicks for this poem and Ian Shaw for the illustrations I sat in the dark, head all fuzzy…. My heads gonna blow, can’t stand the pain,
I wake up weird I can’t see too well, Yeah there’s the wife, mum and dad, I got a mask on oxygen thingy, Bloody hell I'm sitting here nude! Could you cover me up, I’m getting cold, The doc shakes his head, he’s looking glum… Has he had any drugs? Or alcohol too? Before he’s awake, if we are lucky, Bloody hell, why won’t they hear me? What’s that I realise, my mouth won’t move? All my gawd, it’s going dark again, I’m feeling great, jeez my gut rumbles, We don’t quite know, we are baffled the doc said, That night I went to sleep, tossed and turned, Visions I had all creepy and scary, Feeling rough my head is spinning… A week passes I've had all sorts of tests, He said; a brain tumour is what I think, Oh blimey I thought, this is it… Down in an ambulance to a specialist unit,
Loads more tests, needles and scans… Then sumin dawned on me, I’m stuck in my head, So I imagined a world where I was better, Where I could move my legs, and see my wife, Diagnosis came, no tumour but meningitis, encephalitis and a stroke, I stayed in this little of world of mine, Within a week, I was allowed to sit on the pan, The docs did well, reduced the brain swelling, Of how long I would have gone on for, or survived…. Determined and willed, I walked on a Zimmer, In weeks I learnt to walk with a stick, I still kept that little world in my mind, Will in my head, fire in my belly, Soon it came that I could see, I lost the stick, and hugged my wife,
So nearly a year has passed since that day, Left me with no memory, no job, no life, I still have trouble with moving and thinking, Some IQ tests I reached 132! It doesn’t make sense, there’s no rhyme or reason, So Christmas approaches again, once more, I was a good guy? I weren’t meant to be struck down! “I told you 100 times relax, slow down, But I’ve got no strength, no peace of mind! But I can wake up and forget my name! She’s done so much, caring for me and baby, “That lil world inside your head, “You wish you were dead, cos ya can’t recall, “Look at it this way; you’ve got a new chance to get it right, “So keep on plodding and make it real, So god offered to give me the power, If I did wrong, I would hear his voice, “Sit and stew, feel like hell “Tell em that you’re doing the best you can, “And if you do wrong, fall or feel a fool, “To continue your journey, in yourself believe, “Soon you will be ready to face the action, So off god went, I sat there bemused,
But for now, I fight, I continue my path, There’s so much I lost, but then so much I gained,
But I keep on plodding at my own speed, For money, for possessions, material things I received a gift, from those above, Maybe not from the gods, the universe or even you, But I’m reminded of my own little world, those dreams, To do that, I must have like myself quite a lot, So bear in mind when your body says ow! That you love yourself more than you ever did know,
I don’t intend to return to where I was, If I were meant to be there I still would be, So from now on, I listen to my over worked brain, Please take my advice and you’ll be just fine, 2003-12-04
> Last modified: 01 April 2008 |
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