Spinal Fusion

Posted: April 25, 2010 in My Poetry
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Cadaver bones will grow to yours:
make a spine of dead men and steel.
Your crippled back,
that meandering snake, gone –
no longer crushing your organs.

You are taller now;
an 18 inch scar,
like a zipper, down your back.
You wear that mark with pride;
the battle wound of a girl –
not quite yet a woman
who faced
what few women could bear
with dignity and grace.

You step, painfully at first,
three steps into your future.
Soon you’ll run
with no one to stop you,
especially not your own body.

(written for Callie, my 13 year old niece, after major surgery to fix her scoliosis.)
Better "after" picturehttps://i1.wp.com/i109.photobucket.com/albums/n57/iceeblonde/Callieside.jpg

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Comments
  1. Karla says:

    This poem still makes me tear up and the pictures still make me shudder.

    • Well, as her mom, I can see why it would bother you. It’s horrible to have your kids have to go through any sort of pain and this must have been particularly hard because it was so invasive. The screws creep me out worse than the actual rods. They looks like they’re 6 inches long….shudder. You’ve got a brave family!

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