I remember dinner rolls, your mother's support hose,
gallons of mayonnaise and Crystal Light.
Misused jargon from waiting room pamphlets,
shadow puppet breech births with Job's flashlight.
Snap the towel and wring the sponge
today I think my life's begun.
Barium milkshakes and harvey wallbangers.
Yesterdays theme was the sorrow, the sorrow.
But today it's anger
Awkward Bird.
I need to give myself some credit
for giving you dignity.
Now I must rest and restore and my heart,
or there'll be nothing left of me.