The Poetry Friday raft floats at
The Water’s Edge.
For now please join my
celebration of life, healing, faith
& the love of friends & family
& strangers, such as hospital teams,
a party that follows
Aug. 21, 2018 kidney surgery
to remove my diseased right
leaving the left one
behind to do all the work.
Four weeks gone by!
I’ve ditched a lot of the fuzz brain,
am mobile in the AM,
without the walker &
often without my tall, Gandalf-type
a surprise hand-carved for me by a
Girl Scout parent long ago. We normally
we take it on our refuge hikes but it is
for me, now sturdier than a regular cane
for everyday get-abouts on neighborhood streets.
My body folds up at mid-day. But
for the first time, on yesterday,
a smidge of energy returned in the PM.
One of my favorite heal tricks is
to re-read Get Wells & that includes
the funny cards & words (often in poem form)
about surgery, medicine, hospitals &
of course, kidneys.
Original kidney limericks are encouraged.
Take a look at those to date, at
the first limerick posts, visible near the story’s end.
A new poem contribution shared in a wee bit,
is a clever departure from limericks,
created by author, decades-long pal,
crackerjack crit. partner
& great soup-maker,
It follows my poem heart pour,
in gratitude to
the Cleveland Clinic surgical team.
by J.G. Annino
Unlike piercing a ragged Parma
or slicing Birdsong’s field of Georgia sedge
Unlike slivering an envelope’s lip
or eliciting cedar splinter from pinkie skin
Tiny cuts incised into the abdomen 21 Aug. 2018
are the kindest
In OR #6
under lights football field bright
host of healers
commence cutting edge labor
deploy tiny camera like Andromeda Strain
maneuver through induced bloat of carbon gas
surgeons find targets
retrieve dead bean
stop tendrils extruding to vena cava
excise imposter veins
withdraw tiny camera
smooth skin flaps
suture precise origami folds
kindest cuts swaddled
breathing tube out
singing singing *
c.2018 J.G. Annino
21 Sept. 2018
*The surgery notes are a deep dive into
nonfiction medical writing that have brought
my husband & me new vocabulary & an even greater
appreciation for what went on
up on the slab in the lab. Those notes report
that the patient (moi) was
“exhuberant” in the two-step
I sang, I sang, is what “exhuberant” means.
Thank you, pal Velma Lee Frye,
for the seasons of spirited song circle
I felt fortunate to attend. I did hum & sing to
keep my spirits up in the waiting times before
& after surgery – why not?
And now, something to hum about,
this very moment,
a delightful new poem from Scholastic
author Ann Morrow.
The Kidney Sisters
by Ann Morrow
Kidney 1 and Kidney 2 were such a healthy pair
“We’re small, but strong and mighty,” they often did declare.
“We clean and filter all the blood, working every day.”
“Our nephrons never stop to rest or take the time to play.”
The years went by, the team worked hard, they rarely made a peep.
Until one year when Kidney 1 began to fall asleep.
“Too much work has worn me out. I’m sad and weak and weary.”
“I think I’ll go to Cleveland, I’d love to see Lake Erie.”
So Kidney 1 and Kidney 2 exchanged a sad adieu.
Each with an agenda, they started life anew.
Kidney 1 loved city life – museums, food and wine.
A river and a lakefront, suited her just fine.
Kidney 2 loved staying home, it fit her to a T.
With twice the work she found herself, as strong as she could be.
She misses Kidney 1, of course, and the special bond they had,
But thinks the single life she has, is not at all half bad!
c.2018 Ann Morrow, all rights reserved
Isn’t that lovely? Applause, Ann!
My solitary kidney & I
expect to be back Oct. 4 to guide the Poetry Friday
Spiritual Thursday Sisters in conversations about
Lately I’ve missed out on
book birthdays & other book cheers, but I can’t
leave without mentioning two worthy
launches of dear friends.
brought out her 2nd novel,TAKE DOWN<
the remarkable story
of a school girl, Mickey Delgado,
who competes at the highest level
on the wrestling team. You likely know it
but if not, < take a seat in the Laura Shovan gym.
My favorite lines include:
“Look out, Mickey Delgado is going to storm the state championships.”
“You got that right,” I say. “But Dad, can you call me Mikayla?”
And, my personal poetry pied piper
Irene Latham, is right nowbringing out her ba-zillionth creative book, this with bright
color illustrations I love by Thea Baker,
LOVE, AGNES, Postcards from an Octopus
much to my coast-loving delight.
My favorite Agnes/Irene lines include:
Agnes rolled her eyes. She still knew how
to do a thing or two.
p.s. for today’s host, The Water’s Edge. I know
your country is gi-normous but Thea Baker,
of above new book, LOVE, AGNES
is based in Australia, f.y.i.
Both books are must haves.
Finally, it always cheers me to catch up with Betsy Bird’s columns.
Try her 2019 Newberry/Caldecott noshing, where she tips me off to poems
by Richard Wright (with a cameo from Donald Crews) & artistry
in photo illustration by Nina Crews
And remember I would love to
see your limerick or other
about being sick, healing,
nurses, MDs, or the like.
If said words pop up on your site,
send a link!