A devise that creates hope, energy and confidence to anyone who touches it. |
September 12 Prompt: ▼ My Firpensmaggle It has arrived The box dented and ripped in one corner A package that looked like It had come through Every port and place From here To Timbuku. I lifted it up Heaved it onto my workbench And let out a sigh. Ready, I cut the box flaps And tipped to see What was inside Bits and pieces My firpensmaggle Had come unassembled Even in this huge box I had to put it back together I pulled out the flangdoodle It was the biggest piece I figured everything Everything would attach to it I found the directions And stared at the images Dumbstruck. I began to sweat Okay, I can do this. For Phoebe, I could do this. I took the thingamajig And hooked it Into the thingy That made the doohickey Turn and whirl. I smiled at that little victory; Small steps would get me there. Next the whatchamacallit I flipped it back and forth Determining exactly where The thingy would go Finally I attached it To the whosit And moved the whatsit So that it vibrated Sending up a perfect Pitched sound That had me smiling. My firpensmaggle Was finally together. Its colours were riotous. Its sound beautiful In their tones. I smiled Feeling like I had Accomplished the world. This firpensmaggle was A confidence builder Made to lift your spirits And pull you back to a place; A place of fun and hope. I smiled and knew I had done it. There was no challenge I could not beat I knew this needed A place of honour In my office. So that I could look at it And touch it whenever I needed a moment To refuel my energy And my confidence. I could do it. I had this. We had this. And we would never Be the same again. 77 line. Note: This poem is dedicated to our own Phoebe and with it goes hope, energy and the confidence that she can overcome her leukemia. |