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A poet friend of ours called tonight and found Jamie alone. My daughter-in-law was receiving her Master's degree from Wayne State University in Detroit, so I had left my husband to attend the graduation. He was OK when I left, but Jamie developed terrible leg cramps tonight for some reason. Pavel was so affected by the conversation he had with him that he wrote this poem. I know that many of you will identify with its contents. The poet is Pavel Chichikov. ----- Regards Mary Ann Ryan RN (Jamie 59/19) > >DROWNING > >The man alone - Parkinson's >Whips him round - his arms are snakes - >He hugs himself - his fingers reach >His shoulder blades and then let go > >His wife's away - no one there? >Out of depths, my dear God, rise - >Lift from where your passion turns >Crude, blunt iron through the bones > >Rise, my dear Lord, where you drift >And leave the longest blind abyss - >Drowning on a reef of pain >A man, his helplessness attain > > December 17, 1998 > >http://www.cc.utah.edu/~sayre >