This poem is an early poem I wrote. Seemed appropriate to share in this weather we are having now. The poem is entitled "Cabin Fever", but that isn't the only thing this poem deals with, As many of you know I have a son who faced and faces dealing with life threatening seizures. Early on, when a seizure happened we would call an ambulance or get in the car and head for a hospital. Eventually we and the doctors came up with a more effective plan. We would phone the doctor and he would guide us, through the seizure, helping us administer the dose of medicine to stop the seizure. The night of this poem, a snow storm ensured we would be dealing with this seizure at home (alone). . .one of the first times we had to do this. . .After the seizure was stopped and I was calming down, I walked the floor of my son's bedroom, he was 2 or 3 at the time, remember looking out the window, and this poem came to me.
Cabin Fever
ice on the window, a crystallized white,
cold winds blow, through the long and bitter night,
Winter wearies the mind, and makes the body old,
the snow and wind chill the skin, and freeze the soul,
when hope seems lost, Spring suddenly appears,
a mysterious ritual, yet faithful through the years,
looking out my window, into the cold dark night,
the future obscure,
ice on the window, a crystallized white.
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