In which Carrie composes a poem for the health professionals who have helped her along the way…
You brought me in.
Not strong enough to kick or counter:
But screaming and seeking.
This was joy.
Adolescence ushered the need
To nudge out my baby teeth.
You cleaned, and straightened
And repaired them like Venetian architecture,
So I could eat.
I was so frightened I wouldn’t ever play basketball
again, after the horse threw me.
“Can you just pop it back in?”
But, no, a pin and a brace for six weeks,
You taught me to add and subtract
The desire for sugar and pain of denial
While an aggressive constant
Claimed my autonomy, and awarded body-knowledge.
Equanimity as final.
Your hands on my head caused tears
And the lemon and lavender
Soothed, while stimulated.
Sometimes you tickled my feet,
And the pride I saw, with my one good eye
At your job well done
Made me realize, you personalized this
By calling me on your own phone,
To check in on me.
-Carrie Anne Ebner