Post by Eva Marie Ann Dunlap on Sept 8, 2006 16:18:37 GMT -5
Laughter In The Place Of Our Pain
The days grew long for us all while my husband fought for his life while laying in a hospital bed in ICU at the University of Iowa Hospital’s in Iowa City. We had been there day after day going on three weeks. I kept fighting back the tears that I felt wanted to be released as a flooding river within me. At the end of each day after the last visiting time in ICU we would settle into our cubical that we had come to call home. And one night trying to stay positive and not give into the despair we decided to make a game of writing verse, my sister in law Justine, her daughter Rachael and myself, it was all quite comical and we were all being very silly as if we were somewhere else and not in that ICU room! We started out by picking a word that we all had to write a verse with. They all turned out quite funny and we began to laugh hysterically afterwards. It was either that or cry. And so often we found ourselves laughing hysterically about nothing at all even up until we went to sleep and I remember thinking I hope everyone else doesn’t think we are being insensitive. Because it was just our way of releasing all that despair and negative energy. We needed to stay focused and positive. So that none of us went into that ICU room with any doubt or negative energy. We had all agreed we didn’t want Bob to know just how ill he was and we believed even in his coma he could hear what was going on! No one was allowed to go into the room unless they could handle what they saw. And if they did break down all we asked is that they leave his room so he would not hear them. We would surround ourselves with God’s positive light! And ask for it to be his protection during those days and we had prayed for a thousand angels to be at his bedside. I wrote these verses when my husband Bob had come out of the coma and had sat up in the bed and was able to speak to us. He spoke in a different personality at first and we found it all quite odd yet surreal.
These are the silly verses I wrote that night after he had come out of his coma in ICU while I was lying on the coach in our cubical that we had made into a bed in a place we now called home.
THE RED M-N-M
I am a red M-n-M
That stands for man and man.
That's what I am! All man!
Bob doesn't want to eat me.
Cause I keep him company.
He lets me sit on the end table.
Some would say this is a fable.
But I think it to be true.
I'm the only one left.
Bob ate the rest of you!
~~~~~
THE WEEPING WILLOW
I was a thought once.
Put there in your head.
From a magazine you read.
But you didn't give me a second thought.
You said you didn't have a big enough lot.
And now I'm stuck forever on this page.
Weeping willows always.
~~~~~
BOTTLE OF WATER
He said, "What kind of pop are you drinking there?"
I said, " I'm drinking a bottle of water."
I admit I felt a bit guilty
As I was sucking it down.
Cause Bob couldn't swallow anything
And I knew I was teasing him
With each drop I swallowed.
Poor guy he gets his in his vein.
Drip~ Drip
What's to gain?
I can't wait until he can drink
A bottle of water again!
~~~~~
I BELIEVE IN ANGELS
I believe in angels.
God sends them with love.
I called a hundred of them in one night.
They remained at Bob's side
They protected him
With their heavenly wings
During his terrible experience
God gives us special gifts.
He sends us his heavenly light.
I believe in Angels. I believe in God.
I believe. I believe, I believe
In their love!
Eva Marie Ann Dunlap (c) 2005
The days grew long for us all while my husband fought for his life while laying in a hospital bed in ICU at the University of Iowa Hospital’s in Iowa City. We had been there day after day going on three weeks. I kept fighting back the tears that I felt wanted to be released as a flooding river within me. At the end of each day after the last visiting time in ICU we would settle into our cubical that we had come to call home. And one night trying to stay positive and not give into the despair we decided to make a game of writing verse, my sister in law Justine, her daughter Rachael and myself, it was all quite comical and we were all being very silly as if we were somewhere else and not in that ICU room! We started out by picking a word that we all had to write a verse with. They all turned out quite funny and we began to laugh hysterically afterwards. It was either that or cry. And so often we found ourselves laughing hysterically about nothing at all even up until we went to sleep and I remember thinking I hope everyone else doesn’t think we are being insensitive. Because it was just our way of releasing all that despair and negative energy. We needed to stay focused and positive. So that none of us went into that ICU room with any doubt or negative energy. We had all agreed we didn’t want Bob to know just how ill he was and we believed even in his coma he could hear what was going on! No one was allowed to go into the room unless they could handle what they saw. And if they did break down all we asked is that they leave his room so he would not hear them. We would surround ourselves with God’s positive light! And ask for it to be his protection during those days and we had prayed for a thousand angels to be at his bedside. I wrote these verses when my husband Bob had come out of the coma and had sat up in the bed and was able to speak to us. He spoke in a different personality at first and we found it all quite odd yet surreal.
These are the silly verses I wrote that night after he had come out of his coma in ICU while I was lying on the coach in our cubical that we had made into a bed in a place we now called home.
THE RED M-N-M
I am a red M-n-M
That stands for man and man.
That's what I am! All man!
Bob doesn't want to eat me.
Cause I keep him company.
He lets me sit on the end table.
Some would say this is a fable.
But I think it to be true.
I'm the only one left.
Bob ate the rest of you!
~~~~~
THE WEEPING WILLOW
I was a thought once.
Put there in your head.
From a magazine you read.
But you didn't give me a second thought.
You said you didn't have a big enough lot.
And now I'm stuck forever on this page.
Weeping willows always.
~~~~~
BOTTLE OF WATER
He said, "What kind of pop are you drinking there?"
I said, " I'm drinking a bottle of water."
I admit I felt a bit guilty
As I was sucking it down.
Cause Bob couldn't swallow anything
And I knew I was teasing him
With each drop I swallowed.
Poor guy he gets his in his vein.
Drip~ Drip
What's to gain?
I can't wait until he can drink
A bottle of water again!
~~~~~
I BELIEVE IN ANGELS
I believe in angels.
God sends them with love.
I called a hundred of them in one night.
They remained at Bob's side
They protected him
With their heavenly wings
During his terrible experience
God gives us special gifts.
He sends us his heavenly light.
I believe in Angels. I believe in God.
I believe. I believe, I believe
In their love!
Eva Marie Ann Dunlap (c) 2005