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Surgery For Thanksgiving
by Joan SerratelliReality is cruel…
or is it simply that
FATE had reared
her ugly head
once again?
No Thanksgiving
I’ll be in the Hospital
No Black Friday
…but what bothers me
the MOST
is that I miss
my Silver Wedding
Anniversary
I cannot get it back
How did life
get so messed up?
Dystonia, failed DBS
and “Sandy”…
The neverending storm
are co-conspirators
I’ll never get these
precious few days back
Will I live?
Of course
I cannot say for sure
…G-d willing
I’ll be back
For sure
I am an Emotional mess
Until it’s over
I remain ill at ease
Whatever can go wrong
…does wrong
My life remains
a work in progress
I have no answers
just a lot of questions
As always- I want to skip
to the ending
and see how it all turns out
NO SUCH LUCK
11/11/2012 Author's Note: As per me!
Posted on 11/11/2012
Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/11/12 at 07:40 PM I pray the surgery goes well. You describe life's ironies so well, and somehow Sandy was right there determined to add her version. Take care, Joan. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/11/12 at 11:39 PM I had neck surgery a number of years ago and was told I might be a quadriplegic if things didn't go right. I wasn't scared as I had no control over it. The same was true when I had quad bypass surgery about 6 years ago. Hang in there and best of luck or better yet hope you have the best surgeon. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/13/12 at 04:05 AM This is the poetry of someone who will endure. It's deeply personal and incredibly strong. Outstanding. |
| Posted by Maria Massarella on 11/17/12 at 10:27 PM I like to think every-day is a Thanksgiving, a reason to Celebrate, beyond whatever the calendar may say...May there ever be moments of thanksgiving and reason to celebrate in your days, Joan, beyond whatever Life may bring, beyond whatever the calendar would want to tell. Thinking of you. LoveLight*Prayers...maria |
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