Day after my darling Pops died...
February 1993


Tranquilizers



Two tranquilizers down,

And I'm still hysterical.

I wanted to punch

The doctor,

In his face,

The smug butcher.

"We had to give him

The chance."

You fool,

Any child knows

The risks of surgery

At eighty-four.

Why didn't you?





Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2008-08-23 at 23:44

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maxmedo
i knw how it is like with surgeons, i mean my realtive died because of blood cancer yet they tried thier best to suck every dime of her blood before she died...
I am sorry for your loss
~Max
2008-09-24


John Lambremont, Sr.
I'm so sorry for yyour loss, Esti. You poem's phrasing sets out well the chopped-off curses that choke one's throat.

I can only wonder if there were any viables alternatives to surgery...
2008-08-25


Phyllis J. Rhodes
Where is fairness? So many, many times it simply is not in the picture and that is so hard to accept. I feel the agony of injustice in your heart printed out here in these words of anger and tragic loss. I am so sorry for this sad event in your life. And, I pray you will find healing one day. And when you can breathe without pain, maybe there will be room for forgiveness to enter -your heart.
2008-08-24