The good part is that I've written a glut of poetry and I'm glad about that but...really, I shouldn't complain. I'm at the half-way mark and that something to be celebrated. I pray that the foot is healing right on schedule and when the boot comes off that the pins come out and the toes...boing!...spring into place, I'll be one happy camper, or should I say, walker. At least, I hope so.
ALL’S RIGHT WITH THE WORLD
By Patty Lynn
I’m getting my hair done tomorrow, I’m giddy!
Alert all the media, and tell all the city…
I’m leaving my chair for a ride in the car,
My hairdresser’s waiting, I know it’s bizarre…
But if I could jump, why, I’d just jump for joy.
At last all my boredom this trip will destroy.
He’ll ask me, “Now, what we are doing today?”
And I’ll answer quite quickly, without a delay,
“I think I’ll pick purple, that’s my favorite color
Or maybe a fuchsia or some shade or other.
Please give me some streaks, a rainbow of hews,
And style, make it spikey, yes, that’s what I’ll choose.
I almost forgot, could I get some extensions,
I’d love some long locks, I have no apprehensions.
I know that I should have but I’m feeling euphoric,
And my spirits are soaring, they’re quite meteoric!
I suppose that it might have to do with this sitting.
It’s now been three weeks, don’t you think that it’s fitting...
For me to be happy, no, that’s understated,
Just leaving the house, can’t be overrated.
Forgive me, it’s just that I’m going insane.
This sitting and sitting, it’s just not humane...
For someone to be so completely immobile.
If I sit here much longer, I’m going to go postal!
So, you see, though it seems that I’m being dramatic,
And I’m sure you can see that I'm starting to panic,
Can’t wait till tomorrow, my head’s in a whirl,
A color and cut, all’s right with world!