"We expected you both to come."
The nurse's face
apologetic,
her thoughts transparent:
"You can't sign the consent --
you don't count."
Even though I am the
registered caregiver, I am
not the parent.
I should be used to this by now,
it's been three years.
So I'm cursed
with the slowest lawyer in Michigan:
he doesn't answer my calls --
I guess I'm a non-person to him as well.
It is the deepest desire of my heart
to make our relationship
as legal as it is real.
Okay, I'll take the abuse, because
there is one thing that surpasses legality:
When these little girls look up, and
take my hand,
I am a person to them.
When Cheryl and I walk
hand in hand along the street,
we are a real couple.
There are no non-persons here,
only non-cooperation.
As a quad, life would be cap in hand [handicapped] if I didn't break the law from time to time. What I detest most is being called, 'patient' awaiting doctor's orders, instead of 'customer' when it's my money and my insurance is paying for all these expensive procedures and supplies. Poignant write.
How terrible that must have been for you. Laws are slowly changing. Agree with Peter--you can't legislate the heart. Fine write...
Lin
Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
Reviewed on June 29, 2009
Matters of the heart are just that, matters of the heart. In the realm of the spirit, this is what really counts. Everything else is purely ceremonial. You hit the nail on the head!
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(