WHAT’S GOIN’ ON?
by Patty Lynn
Sometimes when I am writing, a phrase will come to me
And that will be the basis of what the poem will be.
Today that is what happened and so my inspiration…
Began with just these simple words that aided my creation.
If you have read about the facts recorded in this missile,
You know of the foot surgery, you found in this epistle,
And sometimes laughed, as I have, too, while I have been recouping,
Because it’s best to laugh through pain than let yourself be brooding.
I cannot downplay how involved or just how complicated
The operation really was, that fact’s not overstated,
Nor can I underestimate the care that I required
Once back at home, my foot up high, all that my heart desired.
But something that you need to know was WHO was there assisting,
The one who’d answer my requests and never was dismissing.
And sometimes he would worry, too, anticipating mishaps
Imagining the worst outcomes that surely would mean setbacks.
For instance, I’d be out of sight, and uttering a sound
Like, “Darn it, oh or Geez,” a sigh, then this what I found,
I’d hear this question without fail, he’d say, “What’s goin’on?”
And I would answer back to him, “Oh, nothin’s goin’ on.
And as it was predictable I thought it kinda funny
But really I knew that he cared, my husband, dear, my honey.
It’s still the same though I’ve improved, I’m doing more myself,
But if I need care constantly, I’d choose nobody else.