Dear Lord:
Where in the world has my body gone?
Yes, the one You made
That has served
Me so well.
Remember how it won all those prizes
For high jumping and three – legged races?
The one who danced late in the moonlight
With head snuggled on partner’s shoulder.
The same one that pushed baby
Buggies for miles, and ran
After errant children.
That walked briskly to work
And gardened.
Did everything I asked.
Now, when I suggest
It jump up from a chair,
It rocks back and forth
Maybe half a dozen times
Before making up its mind
To falter across the room
Like a drunken duck,
With an alarm around its neck
In case it doesn’t make it.
I grieve for my lost body
Even though I know
The replacement
Is trying hard.
So Lord, thank you for that!
Amen.
About Gwyneth Whilsmith
Gwyneth Whilsmith lives in Kingston, Ont.
