I Am From Surviving
I am from backpacks
and back to school shopping,
and faking fevers cuz of three mean teachers.
I am from slithering snakes, barking dogs,
purring cats, and chirping birds.
I am from three tall palm trees spotted
from the freeway
and a thorn scraped hand from an
old poky century plant.
I’m from ding-dong-ditching
and creations of music and singing
with bats dancing to the band in the twilight
of the night sky.
I’m from Ric and Sheri
and unconditional love,
siblings that rock and a celestial one above.
I’m from big beautiful creatures
galloping through the trees
and 25 cent lemonade
on a hot summer day, waiting for a breeze.
I am from “Don’t make that face or it will stick”
and “Clean your room! It looks like a hurricane hit!”
I’m from an eternal husband,
love, laughter, snorts, and jokes.
I am from chocolate malted crunch ice cream cones,
Friday night pizza and Disney movies.
I am from tragedy and hope,
faith in God when things are out of my control.
I am from hair buzzers twice
and Relay’s for Life.
I am from words no one should ever have to hear,
“You have cancer. The cancer spread. I’m sorry dear,”
and words that no one should have to know,
R-Chop, Methotrexate, Neupogen, Neulasta.
I’m from “Get well soon!” and “I hope I never see you again,
unless of course you’re here to visit.”
I am from family, friends, and strangers prayers
from around the world, they all were heard.
I am from a stem cell transplant and the words “you’re cured”
I am from battling and surviving.
By Shelsi Stolworthy
24 February 2011
EDML 461
I am from backpacks
and back to school shopping,
and faking fevers cuz of three mean teachers.
I am from slithering snakes, barking dogs,
purring cats, and chirping birds.
I am from three tall palm trees spotted
from the freeway
and a thorn scraped hand from an
old poky century plant.
I’m from ding-dong-ditching
and creations of music and singing
with bats dancing to the band in the twilight
of the night sky.
I’m from Ric and Sheri
and unconditional love,
siblings that rock and a celestial one above.
I’m from big beautiful creatures
galloping through the trees
and 25 cent lemonade
on a hot summer day, waiting for a breeze.
I am from “Don’t make that face or it will stick”
and “Clean your room! It looks like a hurricane hit!”
I’m from an eternal husband,
love, laughter, snorts, and jokes.
I am from chocolate malted crunch ice cream cones,
Friday night pizza and Disney movies.
I am from tragedy and hope,
faith in God when things are out of my control.
I am from hair buzzers twice
and Relay’s for Life.
I am from words no one should ever have to hear,
“You have cancer. The cancer spread. I’m sorry dear,”
and words that no one should have to know,
R-Chop, Methotrexate, Neupogen, Neulasta.
I’m from “Get well soon!” and “I hope I never see you again,
unless of course you’re here to visit.”
I am from family, friends, and strangers prayers
from around the world, they all were heard.
I am from a stem cell transplant and the words “you’re cured”
I am from battling and surviving.
By Shelsi Stolworthy
24 February 2011
EDML 461
