Poems of Lighthouse Bob
In Nine Long (The Poem that Began it All) #102
After your transplant surgery; You'll have a N.G. tube up your nose And out of your urinary tract Will extrude a long hose. You'll have a tube in your neck For I.V. solutions to enter And two J.P. drains To drain your new insulin center. You'll sort through the emotions Which continue to loom As your being transported by gurney Back to your room... In Nine Long. Nine Long is a hospital ward Overlooking San Francisco Bay. The windows at night are draped With a fog of vast gray. Busy halls become quiet As recovering patients aspire To reach a deep healing From their professional hire. Each nurse reaches in to touch A part of your soul And before very long You'll be feeling quite whole... In Nine Long. Rejection drugs, infection drugs And drugs to help you rest. Out of all the drugs, personally, I liked the morphine the best. Have faith, drink plenty of liquids, Educate yourself, get out of your bed And try your best to remember What the physicians have said. Far beyond all the disciplines, the pain, The anxieties and the strife; You'll receive the greatest gift of all, You'll receive a new life... In Nine Long. -Robert E. Michaud Jr.- |
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In Nine Long (The Poem that Began it All) #102
In Nine Long (The Poem that Began it All) #102
