Dad sent this one to me the evening after my second brain surgery.
“Life’s funny”. “Compared to what?”
The problem is we just don’t know.
What ‘selfish gene’ caused your angiomas
(Or mine, for that matter)?
Can medical miracles protect the kids?
Months of worry and now, sun through the cloud.
But still no way to put the clock back.
What happens next? What happened then?
Wanting for it all to be over,
But knowing it really can’t be,
Still, some respite from the roller-coaster,
These endless waves of hope and fear.
Time never does march on
But only staggers from side to side,
Dragging us from one ‘event’
To the next. But what a ride!
“It’s good to be alive, as long as you survive.”