Handicaps: A Poem in Two Voices
Dedicated to My Parents
The hospital gown fits around me snug
Oh lord is my son gonna be ok doctor?
Into the MRI machine I go to see my brain, such a loud machine
When can we see the image doctor, is my son gonna be ok?
Prod, poked with needles, blood drawn, bandage on
Sending the blood WHERE? To LA, is my son gonna be ok?
Medicine taken daily, so many pills
Checkup time again is my son gonna be ok?
Leg braces, inability to run, no sports for me
He is spasming again is he gonna be ok?
Spasm wracked body, pain, Halidol,Valium, not working
Deep Brain Stimulation if it comes back?
Worry, gnawing fear, but underneath love
We love you son you’re gonna be ok in our hands