Epilepsy

Of some oncoming seizures,
Auras make us aware:
We're ready and expecting,
So they're easier to bear.

EEGs appear at times,
As they're like the Richter scale:
When there is a big seizure,                  
The lines might seem like a whale.

A brain electrical fire,
Times can get out of control:
When there's a grand mal seizure,
Get on the ground and then roll.

In hectic epileptic times,
When seizures finally end:
We feel our lives regain strength.
Bit by bit we feel them mend.

As the sun glistens on snow,
The flakes then begin to melt:
Bitter cold makes its way in,
And its brutal pain is felt.

It is hard for snow to melt,      
When the degrees get this low:
The blizzard is in full steam,
And the temp is ten below.

We'll go in and make a fire,
Where no bitter winds will be:
I want weather hot or warm,
Cold days I don't want to see.

Keep your cold and snowy days,
Give me them warm, sunny rays.

written 02-19-2025