B. C. Straight

Throbbing Blood

 

Sigh….

 

As the clock ticked,
I tossed and kicked
On my cold bed
Knowing the worse of the bad
Is heading my way.
Thus I began to pray
To the God of life,
Conqueror of strife.
I know
That my fingers are not a show
‘Cuz Christ is His name
He taught me the football game.

 

That whole morning,
I went into mourning.
I did not cry,
Although I try,
‘Cuz I listened to tunes,
And read about Corrie Ten Boom.
Church History
Was another story.
ACT is awaiting me,
So I did not play S’me
Instead I prepare
And compare.

 

I thought of going back to sleep
But Janiece slipped
In asked me, “Are you ready?”
I relied, “As always mommy.”
It was ten o’ clock something
As we got ready our everything
And got in the car
Was our next steps so far
We drove in the sun
Just like running into God’s only Son.
When we parked
Not an animal barked.

 

We walked into the back door,
But discovered that we were on the wrong floor.
So we turned around,
And got me bound
Onto a chair
That had no stairs.
First I changed into a gown
That made me look like a clown.
They gave me IV
‘Cuz I’m skinny.
They also served
Me Ancef

 

After a few minute
I was hit
And had to sit up
‘Cuz I had to throw up
Ancef
Is not going to be my chef.
As the minute passed,
I was asked about my past.
How long I’ve been here
A month or a year?
There were three people in all
In my surgery hall.

 

Jonathan was the excellent surgeon.
Full of grace like a pigeon.
My anesthesiologist was the taller one;
However, Marcia, the nurse, was the cuter one
This is what I remember
On this noon of October,
My Anesthesiologist plays basketball
That is all!
Actually he said something,
But I remember nothing.
‘Cuz I slipped

Into a deep sleep

 

The second I regained conscience,

My head fall straight to my chest.

Than right back to the pillow

Color white as snow

The next thing I saw was nurse Sandy,

Who helped me get ready,

But first she unhooked me from the can-u-la

In which I responded with an ah!!!

She asked me what I wanted to drink

It took me several seconds to finally think

I chose apple juice

‘Cuz water and pop is not water

 

I was glad the juice was re-fillable

‘Cuz my stomach was un-controlable

At that time, I felt really weak,

The fact is, it lasted over me for a week.

I no longer looked like a clown

After I took off the surgery gown.

And put on my Adidas shirt

That smelled better than dirt

I also had on a short

‘Cuz I am short

I was wheeled out to the car

That Janiece parked not so far

 

I couldn’t feel my hand

As the car’s door was shut by another man

I was so drugged out

As a matter of fact, I passed out

After a couple minutes of driving

I went back to sleeping

But was startled to awake

Whenevr Janiece applied the brake

When I got home,

I went straight to my room

For the rest of the afternoon, I slipped

Back into another deep sleep

 

By the time I woke up, it was seven o’ clock

My mind was still in lock

Alison Murri said, “Hi Bora!”

I looked at her and said eh?

I was not in mourning.

(hahaha…sorry I had to laugh

I am not that tough)

We had something for dinner,

Served in a container

To be quite honest with you, dude,

It was really good food.

That very same night

 

Surprisingly, I slept really tight

 

—by: Bora P.C.

Thursday, October 11^th, 2007