This poem was written for Pat Sebian by the wife
of one of her husband's Ohio State classmates. Pat is an
active member of the W.N.Y. Parkinson's Support Group.
PARKINSON
I've become an "A.M. Whiner",
though I used to be a "Rise and Shiner".
I start a sudden storm in my cup
when I attempt to pick it up.
The laces won't cooperate
when I try to tie my shoes.
The buttons won't go through the holes
they stubbornly refuse.
I might need a hand to help me stand
when my balance is off a bit.
When I need something tied
or buttoned or pried
I might need some help with it.
Sometimes my writing gets so small
it almost isn't there at all,
I give up on eggs "Sunny Side Up"
I really don't manage them well.
I usually smash the egg inside
when I awkwardly break the shell.
I'm grateful for the pills I take
to calm me down so I won't shake,
or speak too softly,
or shuffle my feet,
or get too stiff and stick to my seat.
Yes, I'm not too bad when my pills kick in
and I can use my hands to create again.
So right now I'll be content
with Eldepryl and Sinemet.
By Patricia B. Stonis
Gainesville, Florida
Forwarded for your pleasure by D. K. Wood 75/18
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