WHERE WOULD WE BE?
It’s sometimes difficult to see
where any one of us would be
without the help that was for me
provided by my ostomy.
When ostomies have been discussed
most have seen them as a must.
Without a stoma most of us
would not be here to make a fuss.
It can seem strange when things have changed
and your colon’s rearranged.
But when you know your life’s at stake
a stoma’s what you’ll gladly take.
Without my small, red-rose rotunda
I could now be six feet under
and pushing up the daises, so
that’s not the way I chose to go.
Compared with the alternative
a stoma’s a preservative.
For it’s preserved a way of life
that I deserved away from strife.
I would not wish this thing on you
or anything that I’ve been through.
For nobody that’s not been there
could hope to understand or care.
When I recall what went before
and foresaw what lay in store
there really was no choice for me
but to accept an ostomy.
I now expect my attitude
reflects undying gratitude.
As I can guess where I might be
I bless my mighty ostomy.
B. Withers 2013