“I think I’m ready to go home

How soon do I get out of here

I don’t like sleeping on my back

And my mind’s not very clear”

“I’ve been walking up and down the halls

With this catheter tied to my bed

And by the window working puzzles”

But it’s all just in her head

“I know I can’t get out of here

Until I take a poop”

But she hasn’t eaten solid food

Her mind’s stuck in an alzy loop

She claims she’s eaten very well

But it’s really broth and jello

It’s mostly just the Vicodin

 Making her feel pleasantly mellow

Painkillers do work magic

They also scramble scrambled brains

For now the trade off’s needed

To help ease surgical pains

I showed her how to watch TV

Or play a game of computer chess

She said she’d only play it eye to eye

Now I’ve gotten myself into a mess

As a kid sometimes she’d clean my clock

So the challenge now is on

For if I lose this chess match

My self esteem will stepped upon

But somewhere on some level

I hope she cleans my clock again

So I can see inside a flicker of light

That’s been missing since this all began

I’ll keep you posted

Copyright 2010 Patrick A. Granfors