In 1996, when I was stricken with Lou Gehrig’s disease, my ability to speak was taken away by this disease. I found poetry had a special capability to express my innermost feelings. By losing my physical voice, I found my poetic voice. I have published poems in the spring 2015 Bellevue Literary Review, Love & Ensuing Madness, and Front Porch Review.
Lou Gehrig’s Army
Some of us limped, and some drove motorized wheelchairs
in the graveyard, and those who had still had voices sang
“Amazing Grace,” and we were the graveyard army
searching for our tombstones, and one had a frog who kept rhythm
and one of us had an orange sneaker which she played like a saxophone.
We were slogging through mud because the sky was a wet sponge
squeezed over the earth, and some of us got to sloganeering: “Crips are
hip,” and “Not dead yet!” From the nearby highway our song must
have sounded slurred, and the orange sneaker brayed, but we were
thrilled just to breathe, and some of us wore diapers and pissed
with abandon when we found our namesake disease memorial,
and we gathered together, and some prayed, which is often reckless
for cripples and frogs.
Bellevue Literary Review, Spring, 2015
©2017 Catherine Wolf
Editor's Note: If this poem(s) moves you please consider writing to the author (email address above) to tell him or her. You might say what it is about the poem that moves you. Writing to the author is the beginning of community at Verse Virtual. It is very important. -FF