The Faces That Greet Me When I Wake Up: A Poem About Parkinson’s Disease
On weekdays, my clock radio turns on at 3:58 a.m. Why not 4 a.m.? Because the NPR radio station I listen to gives the local weather for New York, where I live, at 3:59, and at 4 a.m. it starts an hour of news from the BBC — way across the ocean in England. I need to know what New York’s weather is going to be, especially the pre-dawn temperature, so I can prep myself for work.
Who are they, and what’s on their mind? Let’s meet them one by one, via some acrostic poetry. (In an acrostic poem, you can read the first letter of each line to find a related word.)
Tommy Toilet greets me with eyes wide
Open, and are those tear drops
Inching down his face?
Let’s plan to sleep a little
Extra this weekend, to make up for
Time lost to insomnia.
Floating high above the toilet bowl,
I spot friendly Fanny Fish, who
Swam up through the pipes to say,
“Howdy! Stay positive today!”
Francine the Impala,
All decked out in shiny gold,
Unusual for a
Exhorts me to take my drugs on schedule
Today, tomorrow and for all eternity.
Pray tell, is that a bright idea
On Poseidon’s forehead, or just the
Sun shining on this Get-Up-And-
Enjoy-Yourself day! Sure, I may have an
Incurable, mind-blowing, mind-destroying
Disease, but there’s lots I can still do, and
Once I’ve figured out today’s plan of action, I’m ready for the
This poem was originally published on the author’s blog.
All images via contributor.