Saturday, February 5, 2011
Bumps
“The findings say I should undergo operation. My gallstones cannot be treated by medicine alone. The doctor said I'm also diabetic and that while my hemoglobin is low, my uric acid is high. She also told me my thyroid has a lump in it.”
- A text message from mom
the news came as a wall
to which i collided with.
the smash silent yet strong,
horrid yet hidden.
and i was left frail on the floor
dreaming of amnesia
—even if it can't unmouth
what life—yours—
had terribly spoken.
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4 comments:
She's going to be okay, Kaloy. :)
We're hoping for that. Thanks, Sam. :)
Great poem, I am speechless. good good :) keep writing
She will be al right. My blessing are with you
Very well written.
you know, when I read the title I thought it must be another of those clichéd poem but no it wasn't. In fact, it was so brilliant that I even decided to comment. Well done.
Also, read my poem:
http://kratik1987.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-me.html
Cheers :)
Kratik
Hello Kratik!
Thanks for the kind words. I do hope you continue dropping by even if I update this blog rather sporadically. :)
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