{Author's Note: I decided to present a poem from my
University days. This piece I consider
my best in poetry. Mind you, I have only
written a handful over the years. Essays
and prose are my preferred formats. This
poem is also about my being 3 to 6 in hospitals. I spent a good deal of time in them back
then. I hope folks enjoy this}
Those days I remember
They were alright,
With the scent of antiseptic
And baby formula flooding the air.
I had been there before
My Doctor understood,
How I felt.
The playroom was not enough
I had to run,
Go fast as possible
On my two feet.
I could not stay in one place.
The grown-ups did not like it,
My running in the hallways
Or having fun.
When I ran the halls alone
I was the one who counted.
I would race anyone,
It did not matter
If they were on foot
Or in a wheelchair.
It was just those of us,
Those who had the same need.
The Nurses scolded us.
They told us,
“You will wake the babies.”
We did not care about the babies.
