To modest souls, whose privates naught exposed man's member to remain covered, nor woman's nest discovered by none other than a mate, so ill prepared for happenings late. Some bodily functions are shutting down, your clothing traded for hospital gown. The renal system cleanses the blood. Now to the bladder these toxins are shoved. But if liquid yellow's exit is blocked, for the poisoned body the reaper will knock. From a golf course hole your doctor is called, a Foley catheter he wants installed. Meekness invaded by the hand of another, feelings to smother as the tube is placed, then the halls to pace, bagged fluid in hand trying to preserve what little modesty we can. Do we curse this Foley conduit, removing the kidney's waste, or do aging minds intuit, with relief we are graced.
Augustus / Seasons Hospice, Houston, Texas / May 2017
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- Comment from author about the poem: Getting old and sick is not for the weak at heart.
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Sometimes you just have no choice and have to let it all hang out. Great poetry, even with this subject matter Augustus!
I wonder if anyone has ever written poetry about catheters? Thanks.
I love and miss you😄
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The intricate exposure which constantly takes over you express so bravely and so so cleverly - - discomfort is not to be taken lightly and you highlight its greed. A scene with pictures and verse which none will forget - keep up that warrior attitude dear friend. Thoughts and prayers are with you . xxx
Thanks for your understanding on this sensitive subject that rarely reaches the light. So sweet your words. Thanks.
Utterly brilliant!!!
Love this.....
Wondered if the Foley had ever made it to a poem. Thanks.
First among its friends
Been there, done that, my friend. It ain't for sissies. Brave poem!
Thanks for the understanding.
It takes your health , your hope , your loved one's ability to cope . It collects your time , your thoughts and your very intimidated mind . It tramples dignity and flaunts it to the world . Who am I ?
You nailed,it, time, dignity, consumes your thoughts. Yes, yes. Thanks.
A fine write. I'm sure the intention is not to embarrass or degrade. They would say (I hope) it's to help you. I understand your situation though.
I suppose some things may be 'done to us', like it or not. I've had times of 'not liking', but not many medical things.
Thinking of you.
Exactly, and I am sure that most aren't as sensitive and modest as I, to take it in stride. Thanks for your understanding, reading and commenting.
You show such spirit - may your god always be with you.
Spirit is about all that is left. I pray for grace. Thanks for reading and commenting
Strong write but as has been said your Spirit is strong and will gie you peace.
Thanks for reading and commenting
You turned something so grueling and uncomfortable and made it a collection of beautiful words. Such beauty!
The muse and experiences lead me all over. Thanks.
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