Asthma Poem

As a child I had severe, chronic asthma and was sometimes hospitalized and put on oxygen. Yesterday I found a poem I wrote for my doctor when I was twelve years old and will share it here:

Twenty thousand kinds of pills

Twenty times a day,

And they shoot me all the time to

Make the asthma stay away.

But my sheet is very wrinkled

And the pillow hurts my head

And my feet are getting tangled

At the bottom of the bed.

I listen and I listen

For her footsteps on the floor,

And I'm happy when I see that

Doctor Bennett's at the door,

For I know she'll fix the bed

so it doesn't hurt my head

And make my life worth living,

Now, once more.

She has a very pleasing personality, you know,

And she makes me well

When I am sick

And helps me grow and grow.

I'm always glad to see her

Even when I get a shot.

Most people make them hurt but

When she gives them, they do not.

Lots of doctors try to bribe you

With balloons and lollypops,

But I'm glad my doctor doesn't

Because I think she's tops.