Great! Some Progress Is Being Made Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The only ones who seem to come,
To appreciate life...
And the value of this blessing,
Are those who have endured through losses.
The losing of a loved one not to return,
Can burn through a heart to leave a big hole in it.

Those who have endured,
Health issues to feel them to last forever.
To never rid the condoning of them alone.
Are left to moan to disturb no one's silence.
And then...
An injection of reality happens.

Others who have yet to experience,
What it takes to depend just on their faith...
As a way to eliminate,
Their pain and sorrows to feel.
Will always be the ones heard to say,
What 'they' would do if in someone else's shoes.
To have never been alone condoning...

Being forced to strip butt naked.
Stuck in every body part,
With needles flowing unexplained fluids.
And listening to medical hospital personnel,
Adorning masks to ask...
If what they have done,
Provides any comfort at all that comes.

'Uh...
I'm unable to feel anything anymore.
Why are your faces turning into birds chirping?
And why is that 'tuba' being played so low?
Why is strawberry icecream,
Slowly dripping into my arms? '

~Great! Some progress is being made.
Perhaps in a few weeks,
We can release you from isolation.~

'Do you have to?
Why are you wrapping me so tight,
In vanilla toffee?
Please don't leave me alone, Popeye.'

~Popeye? ~

'The sailorman.
Is that 'you' Olive Oil? '

~Do as we say.
And before you know it,
These days you will seldom reminisce.~

'Okay, grandma.
Why are you jumping rope in here? '

The only ones who seem to come,
To appreciate life...
And the value of this blessing,
Are those who have endured through losses.
The losing of a loved one not to return,
Can burn through a heart to leave a big hole in it.

~You are making fantastic progress.~

'She's a brick...
Howwwwssss.'