Emmy Lu says, “I write poetry to bring some insight into what I think and feel about the joys and challenges I’m confronted with every day, and to thank God for giving me the gift to express it with some originality.”
Here are some of her poems.
Be Careful What You Ask For
Fingers numb, neck stiff, nose red.
Ah, how I dream of a warmer time.
Will it ever come? Will I make it to then?
Months pass. I am expiring at the bus stop.
Fruitlessly fanning my face with a newspaper,
about to dissolve into the concrete.
Why, why did I ever long for a midsummer’s day?
Wouldn’t I be happier if I learned to accept what is
and just live with it?
Hard times in Stillwater. We got by.
We bartered advertisements for food, clothing, coal.
Others, not so lucky.
When the Rices ran out of coal, they’d camp out in our house.
We’d huddle around the table, work on jigsaw puzzles to forget.
We’d go sliding down the long hill in front of our house,
dressed warm enough to join Admiral Byrd at the North Pole.
Come March the snow began to melt.
We’d launch tin cans to sail on the streams rushing down the gullies.
High hilarity, Spring was here, almost.
Roosevelt, the NRA, the CCC slowly brought out of the
and just live with it?
No doubt. But how do I learn to do that?
The VA Pharmacy
“Now serving #156 at Station #3.”
One by one, on and on.
Dumbed and numbed
WW II, Korea, Vietnam,
distant wars now.
WW II – the “good” war
Korea – the “forgotten war
Vietnam – the “Wasted” war.
#156 slowly raises his head,
pushes his wheel chair,
his one leg plaid panted,
belly hanging loosely.
One more trip to Station #3.
What’ll it be this time?
A pill for his cholesterol?
Maybe something for his COPD,
Or his “a-fib”?
How about a stronger pain pill for his arthritis?
Whatever. He’s supposed to be grateful,
lucky to get all this care and drugs.
So he takes the rx slip, smiles a little.
The young dispenser smiles back and says,
“Thank you for your service.”
They all say that.
#156 pivots his chair and mumbles,
“Oh, son, I hope you never know.”
Go ahead, give it a shot.
Give all of it – everything you’ve got.
You’ll get it back, don’t worry.
Don’t be impatient, don’t scurry.
But say it doesn’t come back.
Will you be lost, lose track?
Don’t let it take you down.
Just keep yourself going, you’ll get the crown.
We worry too much, too long.
Always thinking something will go wrong.
Look up, look out, see beauty everywhere.
Walk, sing, laugh, twirl, without a care.
Sure, there’ll be an up and down.
But have faith, there really is love all around