Rerieve

by
Olga S. Hardman
 
 

What a relief!
He says its o.k.
Good, actually.

This is the fifth time
Sliced open by a scalpel
In a shiny, bright room.

What do they do with worn-out,
Overused parts?
Its hard to contemplate parts of my own skeleton
Heedlessly thrown in a trash can.
 

But now I feel like celebrating!
Dont know whether to fly down the road in my new car -
Or have a cocktail.
 

Think Ill just thank my Creator for another chance -
To walk through a field of daisies,
Stand up to hug a friend,
Or put a comb through the coat of my precious Westie.
 

Yesterday I was 74
But now that the physical therapy is almost over
I feel good as new -
Im born again.




©2002 Olga S. Hardman