Long and Winding Roads

My path was supposed to be

short and simple.

Two days at the max.

Back in the year of

nineteen sixty seven,

they sent my parents home

with the directive

to buy a coffin.

The lungs were infected,

there was little they could do.

Some thirty days later,

coughing and spitting out

the poor meal I had been served,

I was taken home.

These many decades later

those first days define me–

I behave in the same patterns.

Terribly rebellious,

a thorn in the side of authority,

and quite sick and tired

of the interventions

that are meant to help.

This is a shout out

to all my premi

brothers and sisters.

Continue to hang on.

Hang on.

14 thoughts on “Long and Winding Roads

  1. Wow, Richard. You’ve been through a lot. (My sister was a premi. They didn’t think she’d make it, either). She’s fine now, apart from her asthma, which I have, too. Stay well, my friend. ✨

  2. Sorry to hear you have to struggle on with long as long term symptoms through such early damage. Amazing that you describe in a poetical nature. To the point and in a very emotive way. Like your style. All the best.

      1. Thanks for enlightening. I usually think holistically. That familiar health practitioner biopsychosocial umbrella status for health and well being. How I got into supporting Deaf students was through my nephew. He was a premature baby and it resulted in profound deafness. A fluent signer and a very natural visual communicator. Same as yourself with words. Able to see the world in a unique manner. All the best Richard.

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