by Kay Robertson

Critically ill, hurting,
mind fogged by drugs,
he endures possible cures,
deadly side effects;
survival remains
a fickle bitch.

A year later, despite the odds,
scarred by many surgeries
he’s very much alive.

Home at last, he wants
to get his driver’s license back,
fly the Cessna again,
apply for grad school.

He’s always loved to write;
poetry, prose will come
from mind, spirit tested by fire,
wisdom paid for in blood.

Kay Robertson lives near Puget Sound. Much of her poetry is inspired by the unique beauty of Washington State. She belongs to Writer’s University Word Weavers on-line poetry group. Her work appears in Pirene’s Fountain Japan Anthology, Soundings Review, Loch Raven Review, Sugar Mule.