Remember in kindergarten when the teacher would pin notes to your back so your parents would be sure to get them? This poem was inspired by a walk around the lake with Marilyn.
The Note Pinned To My Son’s Back
In case of emergency, please take me with you. I am almost two years old. I can’t have calcium. The vein on my right arm looks like a great one, but really it’s a roller. Please inform the phlebotomist.
I love my Cookie Monster. I like to lay on him and make him laugh. I like to bite his fur off. I like to shake him and knock his eyes against my forehead. I like to have my arms around him when I sleep.
I still put things in my mouth. I like to lick noses. When I’m angry, sing David Bowie songs to me and dance a little bit. Maybe I will laugh.
I need five doses of medicine a day. I will brush my own teeth. I love things that spin. I always keep my eyes open during prayer. I can clap my hands. I can snort. I think that’s how people communicate.
I can crawl. I wear corrective booties to keep my bones aligned. I can’t talk. I can’t walk. I can’t run.
So in case of emergency, please take me with you.
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3 comments:
Your stories are very inspirational! Niko sounds like a very sweet spirit, and I know he is blessed to have a brilliant mother such as yourself. Love, an old friend Lora :)
High School Lora????
Snaps, Lady! I raise my martini to your brilliance. What a great poem.
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