A Hallowe'en Diagnosis

Come in, come in, my little one, the spell has taken hold!

For though the sweat drips from your brow, it seems your flesh is cold…

And sickness grips your stomach such that nothing there remains,

Your blood and urine honey sweet, and acid fills your veins!

But fear ye not, my little one, a poultice I will make

To stop the shaking of your limbs and thirst you cannot slake!

So lie down on the feathered bench whilst I prepare the charm

And soon the anguish in your mind will be replaced with calm!

Before I act to make you well, a contract you must sign,

And whilst you hold to all its rules the spell remains benign!

But should you stray but for a day, then havoc will you reap,

And it may be that demons come to take you in your sleep!

So take this spike to pierce your flesh, should e’er you wish to eat,

If you would save your eyes and heart, and long retain your feet!

The juices in this vial serve to pacify your food

Without it, live a hellish life, with foul and blackened mood!

You must perform the ritual till dawns the far off day

The curse is lifted from your kind, and only then you may

Tear up the contract, cast away the sharp and bloodied spike,

Then go out to the restaurant and order what you like!


Made me smile.

love it :slight_smile:

Too true! Great!!!

Bravo wish there was someway i could email this to my 18 yr old daughter, she is T1 since the ripe old age of 2 and fighting mightily to ignore the ravages that reap such rampant denial. She is very lucky at present as a writer and self proclaimed ‘poetry’ princess I know she would enjoy and envy your clever magical mystical working with words. Well done … a wayward MOM

Hi Shelby, your daughter might be interested in reading my diabetes poetry blog at http://diabetespoetry.blogspot.com/ Lots more poems there! You could email the link to her.