Category Archives: in pain

AH…THOSE MEMORIES!

AH..THOSE MEMORIES!

Reminded of a time when

He fell for a girl back then…

Suddenly excited

Over lust unrequited,

Until buried again.

–Jonathan Caswell

CLOSE QUARTERS

CLOSE QUARTERS

This long-term staying at home

Husband-wife relations groan…

Comment brings strife

Reconciled with the wife,

Each have their own painful moan.

Conflict resolution takes place

When living close–face-to-face–

Thank God for prayer

Allowing fresh air

And necessary private space!

–Jonathan Caswell

MARATHON MAN

MARATHON MAN

He’s gone and lost another toe,

Which lengthens his world of woe…

Sitting quite still

Takes much will,

There are things to be done, ya know!

Months of one foot elevated

Are extended by another amputated…

The older wound stitched,

No longer bewitched

By evening nurses anticipated.

(nurses coming only once-a-day now)

Determined to not fool around,

He wants to work again sound…

He’ll do what it takes

To avoid sugar cakes

And keep his blood sugar down!

–Jonathan Caswell

THAT OLD FOOT-IN-MOUTH…

THAT OLD FOOT-IN-MOUTH…!

Not wanting to insult my friends,

To their anger I must make amends…

Not making clear

They were without peer,

Without them I’d be at loose ends!

Pardon me if I crawl to my cave,

Trying some discretion to save…

I am just that:

A big spoiled brat–

The worst kind of writing knave.

The ones of whom I wrote will never know

And they too, would angrily blow…

The ungrateful gall

I’d complain at all,

Some observations better off not shown!

Speaking of Man’s common nature,

I seem to elevate my stature…

This sorry young wag

Opened the wrong bag,

Giving proper appreciation its hiatus.

(To my greatest loss!!)

–Jonathan Caswell

THEY SAID WHAAAAT?

THEY SAID WHAAAAT?

I know my accent is funny,

But answers I get are rummy…

“No pain,” I say–

Take some anyway–

The pain will make you jumpy.

Came home to a situation,

So many on dish assignation….

No one will ask

How we do the task,

Just add more complication!

And when you DO ASK they follow

Systems they don’t want to swallow…

We’ll do it OUR WAY

Or else we won’t play,

Do it all yourself tomorrow.

Look a gift horse in the mouth,

It’s like you’re throwing them out…

You need the help

So stifle the yelp,

Or be left alone in your “ouch.”

It must feel great looking down

With “compassion” on those around…

You show your caring

By your victims’ despairing

That anything they remember be found!

–Jonathan Caswell

(sometimes you get what you pay for….or not!)

LIGHT DUTY AT WORK

LIGHT DUTY AT WORK

His energy’s drained,

Sometime he’ll face the pain…

He can’t keep up

His leg enough,

To keep his fluids contained.

He hates having to beg

Off from rounds for his leg…

Wonders how long

They’ll let him push on,

So far he’s still a good egg.

He wants to pull his weight,

But with pain there’s little debate…

Longer the delay

The more he’ll pay

To get back to being first-rate!

–Jonathan Caswell

STATE OF HIS BODY ADDRESSED

STATE OF HIS BODY ADDRESSED

He hadn’t prepared for THIS,

His body was obviously amiss…

Legs shooting pain

With swollen disdain,

He’d face a  lot more to contain.

Exhaustion darkens the eyes

From little sleep–no surprise…

Making his way

Through life every day

And keeping his doctors apprised.

Doesn’t feel fine or foxy,

Got his own supply of oxy*…

Muscular hurts

The oxy* skirts,

A band-aid like two-part epoxy.

Struggle forward he must,

In his doctors’ advice he must trust…

Efforts increase

Or life quality’ll cease,

To be stiffened by encroaching rust!

I’m not sure his wife understands

Why he vocalizes her demands…

Getting so mean,

Making a scene,

Her pain…stays under her command.

He’s paying the price of duress

For not acting wiser, I guess…

Struggling for years.

One thing is clear–

It was never seriously addressed!

–Jonathan Caswell

* oxy…short for the pain-killer, oxycodone-acetaminophen.

OCTOBER HAIKU

OCTOBER HAIKU

Favorite season,

Colors from life on display…

Hidden until now.

Birth and death at once,

Mine and that of my Mother…

Sorrow leaves fall down!

Orange and green, both,

Barrenness not yet in view…

Hopeful transitions!

October people

Balancing light and darkness…

Creating wonder!

😀

–Jonathan Caswell

LOBSTER LEGS

LOBSTER LEGS

His legs, swollen and red,

Were as bad as his doctor said…

Vanquishing edema

Takes more than a dreamer,

Much consistent treatment, instead!

–Jonathan Caswell

CARETAKERS’ CORE

CARETAKERS’ CORE

Caretakers on constant call,

At those times deny all…

For their charge’s needs,

We say they are breeds

Responding beyond normal call.

Yet who are these people, really,

To say they’re born special is silly…

For each might say

That day-by-day

We’ve learned what needs doing–REALLY!

Caretakers, rarely born, are made

Responding to make lemonade…

Out of life’s lemons

And hardships we’re given,

Walking alongside to give aid.

Some of us have married,

And others paid to carry…

A patient’s load,

Where seeds sowed

Spring up to things extraordinary.

Long hours keeping spirits up,

Explosions are abrupt…

Keeping one’s cool,

Rarely taught in school,

So easily turns pure hearts corrupt!

Years of relentless toil

May turn into a slow boil…

Anger control,

Good for the soul,

Relaxes a tight-wound coil.

What thanks they get–not much–

From marriage partners, a touch…

Only with God

A stony path trod

Will love be rewarded as such.

–Jonathan Caswell