Only 257 Days to go,
‘For what? ’ ~ I hear you say,
Until the Phantom Feeling
Does not last another day.
They said it could last a year,
That I could feel my missing toes,
The Pins and Needles feelings,
That often comes and goes.
I keep telling my Brain it is missing,
My right leg and foot are not there,
Taken off in surgery in January,
And buried ~ I DO know where.
I live about two miles away from it,
Buried in Bushey Jewish Cemetery,
Buried according to Jewish Law,
In a Grave awaiting me.
It is quite ironic,
And the funny side I can see,
That my Right Leg is now waiting
To be reunited with the rest of me.
Copyright [c] Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] – 19 May 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem