Guest guest Posted June 13, 2007 Report Share Posted June 13, 2007 Thought I'd share a poem I wrote the other day. Maybe you can relate. Just Another Night I find you on the floor, clinging to your sheet as if to life, Crushed between your bed frame and the wall – the only spot in the house safe for sleeping. It’s the b’s, you say. (You can’t even use the word “buttons”.) They’ve been everywhere and now even the air is unclean. Food must be carried from the kitchen low, at your knees, to the place where you can eat. It must not be touched by hands unless they’re covered by a napkin. This crazed life becomes more and more routine: the wet towels, spit in the trash, spit in the sink, spit on the floor, the late nights of little sleep, the hugless days. I’ve watched you take this monster to your heart, befriend it, even defend it. Why you won’t let go, I can only guess. I’ve tried to wrench it from you but you just hold on more tightly like a toddler protecting his toy. Cruel toy, relentless voice in the head, Greedy beast, release my boy. He is innocent. Go find some other mind to play your sick game with. © Fishman ________________________________________________________________________________\ ____ Be a better Globetrotter. Get better travel answers from someone who knows. Answers - Check it out. http://answers./dir/?link=list & sid=396545469 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 13, 2007 Report Share Posted June 13, 2007 Wow , What a beautiful, sad and completely accurate glipse of the heartbreak our families live with.... I can totally relate (right down to the spit on the floor)! Your poem made me cry and I just forwarded it to all of my friends and family. Thanks for sharing. le > > > Thought I'd share a poem I wrote the other day. Maybe > you can relate. > > > > Just Another Night > > I find you on the floor, clinging to your sheet as if > to life, > Crushed between your bed frame and the wall – > the only spot in the house safe for sleeping. > > It's the b's, you say. (You can't even use the word > " buttons " .) > They've been everywhere > and now even the air is unclean. > > Food must be carried from the kitchen low, at your > knees, > to the place where you can eat. > It must not be touched by hands unless they're covered > by a napkin. > > This crazed life becomes more and more routine: > the wet towels, spit in the trash, spit in the sink, > spit on the floor, > the late nights of little sleep, the hugless days. > > I've watched you take this monster to your heart, > befriend it, even defend it. > Why you won't let go, I can only guess. > > I've tried to wrench it from you > but you just hold on more tightly > like a toddler protecting his toy. > > Cruel toy, relentless voice in the head, > Greedy beast, release my boy. He is innocent. > Go find some other mind to play your sick game with. > > > © Fishman > > > > > _____________________________________________________________________ _______________ > Be a better Globetrotter. Get better travel answers from someone who knows. Answers - Check it out. > http://answers./dir/?link=list & sid=396545469 > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 14, 2007 Report Share Posted June 14, 2007 , Your poem went right to the core!! I felt like crying when I was reading it. It was as though you were writing exactly how I felt! I'm sure everyone will feel this way. Anyone with a child of OCD will certainly be touched ! Hugs to you! Judy Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 14, 2007 Report Share Posted June 14, 2007 , Your poem went right to the core!! I felt like crying when I was reading it. It was as though you were writing exactly how I felt! I'm sure everyone will feel this way. Anyone with a child of OCD will certainly be touched ! Hugs to you! Judy Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 14, 2007 Report Share Posted June 14, 2007 le and Janet, Thanks for your kind words. I haven't written poetry seriously in years, so your replies were very encouraging. If this isn't good material, I don't know what is. On a higher note, I'm floating on air because we got a message that our son was accepted to the program at Memorial in Wisconsin, though there will be a " very short wait " . I'm ready to go tonight! My son is excited as well, and that's the best part. Hope his enthusiasm doesn't fade. dmbodziak1013 <dbodziak1013@...> wrote: Wow , What a beautiful, sad and completely accurate glipse of the heartbreak our families live with.... I can totally relate (right down to the spit on the floor)! Your poem made me cry and I just forwarded it to all of my friends and family. Thanks for sharing. le > > > Thought I'd share a poem I wrote the other day. Maybe > you can relate. > > > > Just Another Night > > I find you on the floor, clinging to your sheet as if > to life, > Crushed between your bed frame and the wall – > the only spot in the house safe for sleeping. > > It's the b's, you say. (You can't even use the word > " buttons " .) > They've been everywhere > and now even the air is unclean. > > Food must be carried from the kitchen low, at your > knees, > to the place where you can eat. > It must not be touched by hands unless they're covered > by a napkin. > > This crazed life becomes more and more routine: > the wet towels, spit in the trash, spit in the sink, > spit on the floor, > the late nights of little sleep, the hugless days. > > I've watched you take this monster to your heart, > befriend it, even defend it. > Why you won't let go, I can only guess. > > I've tried to wrench it from you > but you just hold on more tightly > like a toddler protecting his toy. > > Cruel toy, relentless voice in the head, > Greedy beast, release my boy. He is innocent. > Go find some other mind to play your sick game with. > > > © Fishman > > > > > __________________________________________________________ _______________ > Be a better Globetrotter. Get better travel answers from someone who knows. Answers - Check it out. > http://answers./dir/?link=list & sid=396545469 > --------------------------------- Take the Internet to Go: Go puts the Internet in your pocket: mail, news, photos & more. --------------------------------- Looking for a deal? Find great prices on flights and hotels with FareChase. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 14, 2007 Report Share Posted June 14, 2007 le and Janet, Thanks for your kind words. I haven't written poetry seriously in years, so your replies were very encouraging. If this isn't good material, I don't know what is. On a higher note, I'm floating on air because we got a message that our son was accepted to the program at Memorial in Wisconsin, though there will be a " very short wait " . I'm ready to go tonight! My son is excited as well, and that's the best part. Hope his enthusiasm doesn't fade. dmbodziak1013 <dbodziak1013@...> wrote: Wow , What a beautiful, sad and completely accurate glipse of the heartbreak our families live with.... I can totally relate (right down to the spit on the floor)! Your poem made me cry and I just forwarded it to all of my friends and family. Thanks for sharing. le > > > Thought I'd share a poem I wrote the other day. Maybe > you can relate. > > > > Just Another Night > > I find you on the floor, clinging to your sheet as if > to life, > Crushed between your bed frame and the wall – > the only spot in the house safe for sleeping. > > It's the b's, you say. (You can't even use the word > " buttons " .) > They've been everywhere > and now even the air is unclean. > > Food must be carried from the kitchen low, at your > knees, > to the place where you can eat. > It must not be touched by hands unless they're covered > by a napkin. > > This crazed life becomes more and more routine: > the wet towels, spit in the trash, spit in the sink, > spit on the floor, > the late nights of little sleep, the hugless days. > > I've watched you take this monster to your heart, > befriend it, even defend it. > Why you won't let go, I can only guess. > > I've tried to wrench it from you > but you just hold on more tightly > like a toddler protecting his toy. > > Cruel toy, relentless voice in the head, > Greedy beast, release my boy. He is innocent. > Go find some other mind to play your sick game with. > > > © Fishman > > > > > __________________________________________________________ _______________ > Be a better Globetrotter. Get better travel answers from someone who knows. Answers - Check it out. > http://answers./dir/?link=list & sid=396545469 > --------------------------------- Take the Internet to Go: Go puts the Internet in your pocket: mail, news, photos & more. --------------------------------- Looking for a deal? Find great prices on flights and hotels with FareChase. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 14, 2007 Report Share Posted June 14, 2007 , VERY good! Thanks for sharing it with us! > > > Thought I'd share a poem I wrote the other day. Maybe > you can relate. > > > > Just Another Night > > I find you on the floor, clinging to your sheet as if > to life, > Crushed between your bed frame and the wall – > the only spot in the house safe for sleeping. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 14, 2007 Report Share Posted June 14, 2007 , VERY good! Thanks for sharing it with us! > > > Thought I'd share a poem I wrote the other day. Maybe > you can relate. > > > > Just Another Night > > I find you on the floor, clinging to your sheet as if > to life, > Crushed between your bed frame and the wall – > the only spot in the house safe for sleeping. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 16, 2007 Report Share Posted June 16, 2007 Congrats, . This is the first step to getting your son back! Keep us posted, please. Judi On Jun 14, 2007, at 3:53 PM, lisa fishman wrote: > le and Janet, > Thanks for your kind words. I haven't written poetry seriously in > years, so your replies were very encouraging. If this isn't good > material, I don't know what is. > > On a higher note, I'm floating on air because we got a message that > our son was accepted to the program at Memorial in > Wisconsin, though there will be a " very short wait " . I'm ready to > go tonight! My son is excited as well, and that's the best part. > Hope his enthusiasm doesn't fade. > > > > dmbodziak1013 <dbodziak1013@...> wrote: Wow , > > What a beautiful, sad and completely accurate glipse of the > heartbreak our families live with.... I can totally relate (right > down to the spit on the floor)! Your poem made me cry and I just > forwarded it to all of my friends and family. Thanks for sharing. > > le > > > > > > > > Thought I'd share a poem I wrote the other day. Maybe > > you can relate. > > > > > > > > Just Another Night > > > > I find you on the floor, clinging to your sheet as if > > to life, > > Crushed between your bed frame and the wall – > > the only spot in the house safe for sleeping. > > > > It's the b's, you say. (You can't even use the word > > " buttons " .) > > They've been everywhere > > and now even the air is unclean. > > > > Food must be carried from the kitchen low, at your > > knees, > > to the place where you can eat. > > It must not be touched by hands unless they're covered > > by a napkin. > > > > This crazed life becomes more and more routine: > > the wet towels, spit in the trash, spit in the sink, > > spit on the floor, > > the late nights of little sleep, the hugless days. > > > > I've watched you take this monster to your heart, > > befriend it, even defend it. > > Why you won't let go, I can only guess. > > > > I've tried to wrench it from you > > but you just hold on more tightly > > like a toddler protecting his toy. > > > > Cruel toy, relentless voice in the head, > > Greedy beast, release my boy. He is innocent. > > Go find some other mind to play your sick game with. > > > > > > © Fishman > > > > > > > > > > > __________________________________________________________ > _______________ > > Be a better Globetrotter. Get better travel answers from someone > who knows. Answers - Check it out. > > http://answers./dir/?link=list & sid=396545469 > > > > > > > > --------------------------------- > Take the Internet to Go: Go puts the Internet in your pocket: > mail, news, photos & more. > > --------------------------------- > Looking for a deal? Find great prices on flights and hotels with > FareChase. > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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