Tuesday, April 15, 2008

no poem today...

instead
an impromptu
visit to the emergency room
with concussions
and ice packs
and promises of popsicles
coupled with fear
and fake bravado
when the triage nurse
bumps you up in place
so that you are in next...
{up until that point you had rested assured
that your fears would be
found
unfounded}
and therefore, you became
ungrounded
but remained with both feet on the floor
for him.

6 comments:

barbara said...

I've stood in the ER several times (concussions, bones, stitches), just as cool as could be on the outside, but my stomach in knots, so I totally get this.

Hope you are both okay.

liz elayne lamoreux said...

hope everyone is okay...sending you all blessings (and you a hug)

Deirdre said...

Oh, that doesn't sound good at all. Hope everything turned out well.

kristen said...

oh honey. i hope everything turned out alright - big love. xo

daisies said...

eep!! oh honey, i hope everything is okay now ... thinking of you!! xo

Michelle (a.k.a. la vie en rose) said...

big, big hugs...to you & 8...