BEST FRIENDS

THE GREATEST LOVE

by

Stephanie Daich

 

Dear Brother,

You are my bestest friend. How fortunate, how lucky I was to be sent to this earth with you as my sibling companion. You will be in my life and part of it forever! We were together before this life and we will be bound by eternity as siblings. Thank you for sharing your life with me. Thank you for making room and time for me. You are my world. I have admired you from the cradle, and I only value and cherish you more. You are my greatest, bestest friend. I have chased your shadows my whole life. I look forward to chasing it for many, many more years.

Dear Sister,

Thank you so much for marrying my brother. You are truly the greatest woman on this earth. You have blessed him with the greatest light and gift from heaven. You have bonded with him and made him the man he is today. Our family is greater with you in it. You are such a lovely mom. Your kids are blessed to have you. You are a wonderful, amazing bestfriend for me. I am the luckiest person in the world, for I share a Devine friendship with you and my brother.

Thank you.

LOBOTOMY -Poetry

 LOBOTOMY

Not right

In the head

As all can see

A few

Small holes lets

The demon free

Conforming you

To be

Like me

Of course

It's not done

Too hastily

A way to

Release your

Anxiety

It’s okay

If it leaves

You sleepy

It’s a fail

Safe

Surgery

We must

Perform with

Urgency

You must be

Changed

We all agree

Oh

Sadistic

LOBOTOMY

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LOBOTOMY

By Stephanie Daich

 

 

 

 

 

William Williams Keen -Poetry

William Williams Keen

William, you are a hero unsung,

Yet kids chase after men with balls.

But, your name should be on the lips of the young.

Your image plastered on their walls.

William, serving in your 80th year,

A time when most men need to rest.

But, serving our finest with your medical gear,

Saving the lives of our military's best.

William, why should we all know your name,

From your hundreds of publications?

But, those are just a piece of your acclaim,

Pioneering skills that shaped nations.

William, you were the first in the surgical field.

-Like removing a tumor from a brain.

But, your success continued to wield,

The first to cranial fluid drain.

William, how did you feel,

When you massaged the open heart?

But you continued to find ways to heal.

Your methods a medical art.

William, what would the medical field have done,

Without your first colostomy performed?

But, your achievements had only begun.

The medical field transformed.

William, the first to suture a damaged nerve,

And the jaw of President Cleveland you saved.

But, people keep your name on reserve.

As your place in history has been shaved.

William, you've done way more than addressed.

Your achievements shaped our lives.

But, our medical advancements you blessed.

Let's honor your life-changing strives.

WINDOW C -Poetry

Leave all your effects at window C

Leave all your effects for them to see.

They'll rummage, they'll plunder, they'll take, they'll keep.

They'll rummage, they'll plunder, try not to weep.

They already took your life and home.

They already took all that you own.

These are the last of your meager belongings.

These are the last of your dreams and longings.

Place on the counter your final possessions.

Place on the counter your relinquished professions.

Pajamas will cover your naked frame.

Pajamas can't cover your burning shame.

It's all gone, even your family stolen.

It's all gone. Your anguish is swollen.

You'll ride to the camp, stripped of identity.

You'll ride to the camp, stripped of your serenity.

What life awaits beyond the fence?

What life awaits? What will commence?

Everything you had is in the past.

Everything you hoped will not last.

Leave all your effects at window C.

Leave all your effects for them to see.

They'll rummage, they'll plunder, they'll take, they'll keep.

They'll rummage, they'll plunder, try not to weep.

GOALS -Poetry

Goals

My goals I pose to me alone,

yet their reach affects the others.

Then, way too quickly, my goals are blown.

Willpower, myself, often smothers.

Failure, I've already sown.

Defeat, mine or another's.

Why do I listen, why do I hone?

I'd think I'd control my druthers.

I silence the naysayers,

at times, I tend to be,

surrendering to my god.

I release negative layers,

setting my power free.

Accomplished goals, I applaud.

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Goals

by Stephanie Daich