THE DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS
'It’s the day after Christmas, I still have M.S.,
Not a dish is unused, the house is a mess;
The breakfast was de-lish and made with great care,
Sausage balls, monkey bread, fruit was all there.
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The guests were my mother, my boyfriend, his Mom,
The food brought back memories of Granny who’s gone;
I vacuumed and cleaned, which threw dust in the air,
I exhausted reserves, but I did not despair.
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P.T. has strengthened my legs, I am sure,
But it would be nice, if there were a cure;
Multiple sclerosis is the name of the beast,
It zaps all my energy and is a challenge, at least.
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I don’t know ‘bout you, but I will not wait,
For the researchers who are trying to make
A way for our myelin to regrow and protect
The nerves which help signal through our brain and our back.
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So in the meantime, I plan to cautiously be
Aware of my limitations and abilities, you see,
“I may have M.S., but it doesn’t have me,”
I live life in full and find comfort in Thee.
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‘Twas the season for giving, and giving I did,
But mostly of myself just like when a kid;
It does not much matter if dust bunnies dwelled
Right under the couch or table, “oh well.”
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The joy found in Christmas and throughout the year,
Is kept close at heart, at least that’s what I hear;
We need not be perfect, or expect ourselves to be
Just like we were years ago, before M.S. came on the scene.
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My wish for you and for those you hold dear,
Is to have Peace at Heart and a Happy New Year!!
Inspired by Clement Clarke Moore; Written by Lisa Emrich
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