The Apple Fell From The Tree.

Image from here

It hit the ground and made straight for me.

The trail of maggots  climbed my legs

They entered me and sucked  the dregs.

They coloured  my view, trapped inside my eyes

Whispering in  my ears abhorrent lies that turned  the tides

Of  ills  besetting me. They feasted on my brains

Their waste  clogging up  my  arteries  and veins.

Filling  my womb  and ovaries

Damning up  my bladder, my waters  burst uncontrollably.

They  turned  my milk, so what, I was now baron

They pushed out  my hair  Until I resembled carrion.

I beg them to set  me free,they did not

I begged them  for peace and  for the pain to stop.

They  did not listen nor  did they care

They gave not a shit  for how I’d fare.

No one listened  no one cared. So long  as it was not them

Who suffered. Their eyes avoid me again and again.

They pumped me full of chemicals, bags  and lines and  needles

It made  me worse, I curse them to suffer me such evils.

They, though not the maggots, mopped  my brow and  soothed my pain

They begged me to fight and fight again.

I tried, I really did I fought, I screamed I cried.

At last, at last I watched  them fly,

I kissed those maggots goodbye.

Find  the cure don’t  let the apple  fall from the tree

Don’ t let those maggots free.

🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

Another poem about illnesses and cancer from 2014.

Devouring

It is there deep inside eating me
Devouring me whole, I can’t get free.
Taking over my body and soul
Blocking out all light it is a black hole.

I wake feeling sick, I struggle to sleep
It has me in knots I am in it’s keep.
Fear it is here creeping all over me fear
Draining me eating me a rip and a tear.

Where’ve they gone where are the years
I lost the laughter and found only tears.
This fear’s not mine but haunts me still
I can’t fight it now I have not the will.

It is there deep inside eating me
Devouring me whole, I can’t get free.
Taking over my body and soul
Blocking out all light it is a black hole.

Thank you Helen Espinosa for the video

NaBloPoMo : Death’s Book is Lost

Death  was exhausted  with the hunt , he needed coffee he needed a break!

War  was playing  cards with some no hoppers in a pub. Enjoying a pint of beer

Plague was at A&E sampling  the best of care  21hrs  wait, no sign of help there , he was enjoying the break.

Famine was visiting  MacDonald’s stuffing  himself with burgers and chips, coke and shakes…. his stomach showed no fear!

Where is the  book,   where is the book ……………….  We’ve  scoured  the earth  and still no luck

Stop moaning, ordered war, have a drink  and cut loose  join us in a game of poker

Plague was still in the emergency room hanging outside with the smokers.

Death  watched him , the stress of the loss making him feel bad, something snapped  and he shoved plague under a truck!

Plague  got up  and swore at Death , “At what game do you think you are playing”

Being an immortal  he survived ,Death strode  down the street smiting innocent bystanders at will

They fell , they then got back up ! Death shouted “Bloody Hell” Famine , a mouth full of chips  wondered what  Death was saying.

War  was ready for a fight  he told his companions they were cheating , he was spitting fire  ready for the kill.

Things were getting ugly , this was not fun .

Where was the missing apprentice ? that angel of death needed to see what he had done.

Suddenly all was silent , no bird even sung, suddenly it was black as night, …………

God was on the block and with him the errant angel who was not having any fun!

TO BE CONTINUED 

sorry it is a few minutes late for the 11th November .

Whooping Cough

He was always being sick, I was not imagining it nor was I imagining that noise he was making . It sounded like whooping cough, but he was only two weeks old?

I was at my whits end, he had started being sick before I had even left the hospital, yet no one would listen to me. I had had enough and so here I was in the Drs surgery siting in the hall way, mind you, because my beautiful baby was coughing so much he was being sick and I could not stand the reproving looks from the other waiting, patients.

I was sweating  and stressed I knew this baby was ill, I had been through some very scary things with my other two boys .  P spending the first fortnight of his life in an incubator  because he had ‘post natal distress’ . Both boys had had collapsed lungs due to asthma, M had had his tonsils out then hemorrhaged when I got him home! he and P had both had Measles and Mumps and chickenpox to name a few , need I go on I did know a sick child when I saw one!

Finally the Dr called us in. I had known him now for the last nine years and he insisted we use first names  which did make things feel easier. He was not happy with J he was not sure if he had a blockage in his throat or stomach but also felt that as I knew my baby best, I could be right in my diagnosis ! I can tell you now I did not want to be right!

All the Dr could do was pat me on the shoulder and pack us off to the nearest hospital. He had rung ahead and alerted the pediatric  ward of our plight. I do no remember how I got to the hospital , there were no mobile phones, I did not drive in those days and I doubt I took the bus. I should think I had either phoned my husband from the surgery,and  as all of my friends who drove would also of had children and I could not in all conscience expose any of them to whatever it was that J had.

I remember being in the hospital though, I was with J in a single room a glass wall separating us from the nursing station. I did not realize immediately that J was on the danger list and we were in a Barrier Nursing Ward. I was wearing a gown and watching  my baby, my little boy sleeping fitfully and coughing , coughing, coughing!

I spent whole days there and often late into the evenings, my husband joining m morning e as often as he could. My neighbour helped by picking the boys up from school and feeding them for me. I had often looked after her daughter, even taken her on holiday……. but I still felt bad. I would drop them off at school in the morning  then go straight up to the hospital.  I don’t remember how but I managed to shop and do the washing look after the boys and one weekend we even had visitors.

One weekend my husband brought P and M and the little girl next door to see J, they were not allowed on the ward so my husband walked them right round the building and they waved and made faces through the window….. good job we were on the ground floor. It hurt me to see them touching the glass, looking so sad, they really loved and missed J.

For some reason it took the medical staff nearly a fortnight to finally tell us for certain that J had Whooping Cough! How did he get that straight out of hospital, I just don’t know. He was so ill it was awful, I had to watch him suffering that awful cough. Every time he was sick I had to feed him a bottle of milk  then he would sleep then the cough would start. Then one weekend I had gone home for a rest, ( we had visitors ). I had just had a bath and got ready to face the world when the hospital rang to say it was touch and go. They asked us not to come in as there was nothing we could do and we would only get upset.

Get up……… I was upset. I stood in the hall looking at the phone, when our guests came out to ask when we were going out for our meal. ……. I don’t remember what or if I ate all I remember is worrying…………….

However  he  made it  through  the  night, he  took months  to recover   infact it  was over a year  before  he really improved. I  could  not take  him out until the summer,  he was born in the January  and  was not able  to be taken out  until late May early  June.

He  is a grown man  now with a baby  of  his  own….

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