A Mother's Day Gift

A poem written especially for moms of young kids with diabetes:

Not flowers, nor chocolate - not even fine tea!
What I want is a break from the numbers, you see.

For three sixty four they've been swirling around
'Til I fear on some days that my brains will be drowned.

So this Sunday for Mothers, I ask for a rest
From basal and bolus, from 'What are you- test!'

From site change and carb counts, from dexcoms that blare,
Insurance and phone calls and 'the juice boxes are there.'

So Sunday at lunch and the walk by the lake,
I ask that from d-stuff I get a quick break.

I'll be back on Monday, raring to go,
To support my sweet hero in her diabetes show.

Limerick Day

There once was a girl with a meter.
They said diabetes would beat her.
She rose very tall
And said with some gall,
Fall?  I won't even teeter.


According to the New York Times, today is 'Limerick Day,' in honor of the birth date (in 1812)  of painter and poet Edward Lear who popularized limerick poems.  Hence a re-post of my limerick, which I posted here a couple of years ago during diabetes blog week.  Speaking of which...don't miss out on the fun of next week's D-Blog week.  The link will take you over to all the info to sign up.  See you there!

An Ode to String Bags

We started with a diaper bag

So many years ago.

Then there was a mommy tote

With toys and snacks to go.

Of late it's been my giant purse

To carry all the freight.

But really couldn't other folks

Help carry all the weight?

With a glance upon the closet shelf

A solution was at hand.

Forty seven string bags

Of every color and brand.

To ballgames, hikes and theme parks,

To museums and parties we'll go.

Taking our turns to carry the stuff

For the perpetual diabetes show.

A Limerick

There once was a girl with a meter.
They said diabetes would beat her.
She rose very tall
And said with some gall,
Fall?  I won't even teeter.