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Posted on May 2, 2012 at 4:30pm 1 Comment 2 Likes
Week THREE of the No Sugar Added® Poetry contest closed last Thursday, and we have 3 final prize winners to announce! Check out the great work below, and congratulations to our final round of winners for 2012!!
Our winners this week
1st place: "Diabetic Dreams", by…
Continue Manny Hernandez(Co-Founder, Editor, has LADA)
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Bradford (has type 1) |
Lorraine (mother of type 1) |
Marie B (has type 1) |
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Anger, so much anger
Blast of a new world.
Cheated, we were cheated
Dangerously torn.
Evil, this is evil
Frozen there we stood
Ground fading under our feet
Having heard what it was.
I cried and cried my eyes out
Jolly folks we were, not
Knowing what it was
Later we were told.
Manage, try your best
Now you cannot cure.
Our lives are now so different
Pretending all is good.
Quakes is our souls
Restlessy adjusting
Sugars, shots and finger pricks.
Try and try and try.
Ups and downs
Vary the therapy
What does it feel? He's only two.
X, cross, bad.
Yes, we know...three...two...one...
Zero...go!
Now I know my ABC's
Next time won't you sing with me.
A Reminder
Lurking in the back of my mind are numbers, letters,
Type 1, MDI, Count those Carbs,
one more PWD.
Why do we work so hard to live?
My golden Cici came nose to nose with death.
She has survived.
Once again she smiles a golden smile.
So many human friends, dog friends, cared.
Thank you, Cici, for the reminder.
We test, inject, keep on counting,
because others care for us,
because there is joy in caring for ourselves.
~Trudy
MDI = multiple daily injections
PWD = person with diabetes
Little Diabetic
I’m not diabetic. I just have a little sugar.
Give me a little sugar. (kiss)
I’m not diabetic. I’m only borderline.
And I don’t look at the borderline.
Just a little diabetic.
I’m a little diabetic.
"You’re a short diabetic."
A little diabetic.
Is that like a little pregnant?
Is that like slightly dead?
I’m not diabetic.
I control my sugar by running several miles a day.
If I eat, I run.
As long as I stay away from food and keep running, I can say: I am not a diabetic.
I’m not diabetic. I was told I no longer have to test.
Chronic means forever.
Chronic means every day.
Chronic means it never goes away.
We manage.
We control.
We hide.
See I’m doing fine.
No worries.
Just the highs, but I shut my eyes.
No one needs to know.
This is adapted from scene 6 of The Sweet Lowdown, premiering at Broom Street Theater Madison, WI October 25 and running through November 16, 2013. The Sweet Lowdown is made possible in part with funding from DHF Seeds.
Haiku for the Invisible
My unseen disease.
Displays no outward signs – yet.
Inside, though, it hurts.
TIME:
So. How’s it going? How was your day?
Honey, I’m home.
Busy. Busy. Busybusybusy. Oh Yah.
No time. Borrowed time. Time to go.
Time passed.
Yet the time has come.
Prime time.
And what a time!
Time to eat.
Time to sleep.
Time to pray.
Time to clean that gun…..
Time out
Time heals
But time’s up.
So. What did you do today?
Had yourself a busy day?
Had yourself a fast day.
Oooh!
No time, gotta run.
Gotta runrunrun.
Run for the border. Run to the store.
Run into friends and run til you’re sore.
Run round and round. Run to and fro.
Run out of breath and run til you glow.
Run about run about run about and shout.
Careful not to notice time’s running out.
Oh yaah.
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