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An Ode to my Spleen (for my son)
by Mary Ellen SmithI don't know why you were so mean
Everybody needs a spleen.
You turned on me and with such wrath
Knew I couldn't do the math,
8,000 here, 22 there
It soon came so I didn't care.
So out dang spleen, I'm done with you!
The surgeon's knife gave you your due.
And now I wait for my platelet count
Pray that now the numbers mount,
Now I can beat this I.T.P.
And go back to being plain ol me!!! 12/05/2006 Author's Note: My son was diagnosed with a platelet disorder in Aug. and all conventional methods such as chemo, steroids, platelet transfusions did not work and so he had his spleen out. His platelet count in August was 8,000 and now he has 485,000. Praise God!
Posted on 12/06/2006
Copyright © 2024 Mary Ellen Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Katerina T Nix on 12/06/06 at 03:22 AM Well done, Mary. I'm sure this lovely poem helped to cheer him up! Best of luck to you and your son :) -Kat. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/06/06 at 05:09 AM Wow! I hope your son is well and recovering! Great poem. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/06/06 at 09:51 PM With great sympathy and a good mix of humor you have described a traumatic scenario. Praising the Lord with you that your son is improving. |
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