Why
While we struggle on this earth
Not a word of praise is said
But
We so lovingly are eulogized
After, we are dead
WIZDUMBs BY JA 166

Empty words, won’t heal a heart
It’s the binding, which falls apart

Wishing won’t, make dreams come true
That is all, left up to you

Hope is not, the final word
That’s what’s left, when life occurred

Life goes on, until it dies
What’s left behind, is the prize

Only love, will make life whole
And only love, will save the soul
WIZDUMBs BY JA 698

DAY TWO-MINUS TWO                                          
Today its two, with two to go
They say the sun is out
I can see but four grey walls
So can just sit and pout

Each day the Doctors wander in
Their trainees fast in tow
Asking questions, asked before
I guess it’s all for show

Monotonous hours, just stuck in bed
With nothing else to do
But think of what could be or was
If only we all knew
BOEMS BY JA 283          
Two days till the heart operation 2014

DAY ONE- MINUS THREE                                        
It’s now day one, to minus three
Stuck up in this, proverbial tree
Just hanging on, for dear life
Not knowing what’s to be

I try to not, share my thoughts
With family or my friends
I hide them deep, within my heart
Until, this ordeal ends

That way I seem, unafraid
So brave without a care
I keep them under lock and key
And to speak them, do not dare
BOEMS BY JA 282
        
Three days till the heart operation 2014

I SAW MY HEART
It very rarely happens
You get to see your heart
But I saw mine, the other day
At least, I did in part

I watched it on the screen
Pulsating with such might
With veins and arteries all around
It sure was, quite a sight

I marveled at, the depth to which
It bulged and then collapsed
Was mesmerized, by its beat
As that rhythmic time elapsed

Then the dye, like ink from squid
Thru turns and bends it streamed
Filling tiny thread like veins
Thru never ending strands, it seemed          

My heart collapsed, the dye was gone
As if by magic, disappeared
The muscle poised, to bulge again
Exposing every vessel cleared

A sudden flash, the scene is gone                      
A new view takes its place
Then once again, the dye begins
Probing, for new pathways to retrace                  
                                                              
A wondrous gift, that made me think
How it all comes to be
The ebb and flow of each heart beat
And what it meant to me
BOEMS BY JA 281        

Cardiac dye test prior to my second heart operation in 2014