Update the day after surgery: I may be a bit green from the meds, but my kids are bringing me tea and tucking my blankets tighter. I’m managing to keep down simple foods. Thanks for all the good wishes, friends. Life is good. Hope you have a magical week!
When the anesthesia mask is tightened,
I won’t think of scalpels.
No, sir.
I’ll remember the way wildflowers dance,
humming with honeybees.
Yes, ma’am. Continue reading
When my spirits sink,
I give a saucy wink
and don’t overthink,
because soon enough —
I’ll be in the pink. Continue reading
I’ve been channeling my inner crone since my surgery. I quite like her spunk. She reminds me of Warning, a poem by Jenny Joseph:
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me. Continue reading
Friendly Fairy Tales 