Thursday, March 25, 2010

Christine Said “No!”

she said “no!”
actually there was
an explicative before the “no!”
I will not repeat it
for it belies her image,
at least the one
most want to ascribe to her

we should know better
for even though, as usual,
she was wearing
the cute, trendy outfit,
and that hair,
redder than an Irish Setter
dazzling in the noon-day sun,
whispers of a simmering
fire in her soul

she said, “no!”
to another mechanical device,
a battery powered miracle of modern technology
to (hopefully) improve
her current malady,
which is little more than a continuation
of all the past maladies,
which are only one way
to tell the story of her life

the expletive was deserved
and I think we all agree
that she can say “no!”
any way she wants
that she has had enough
that she has earned the right
to stomp and swear and
shake her fist at things unseen

and we join her in wanting it
to stop, to get better
we pray, we wait, we hope
and we wonder,
frustrated, confused, angry,
but we join her in refusing to give up
for we cannot accept
the alternative


  1. We say no, too. Nice one, Jim.

  2. Well said, Jim. Thanks for sharing what many of us think and feel. We love our sweet, trendy red-head!

  3. amen to that jim. i loved it. -brie

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  5. This is the first post I have ever read (because Christine mentioned it). Needless to say, I think you have a new follower.

  6. I read this every few months and it remains one of the most representative mementos of such a difficult time. You have no idea how grateful I am for this. So glad I had a safe place with safe people to turn to when everything felt like it was falling apart. Thank you for the poem and the friendship!

  7. Christine, This was a great joy to write and your life is a great gift to many.