July
8, 2026
Last
Day
Last
day in Mesa
Canasta,
dishes, poetry
Plus a
good night’s sleep
Good
old college try
To win
games with my daughter
Twenty-one
to three
Connie Peters' poems in progress
July
8, 2026
Last
Day
Last
day in Mesa
Canasta,
dishes, poetry
Plus a
good night’s sleep
Good
old college try
To win
games with my daughter
Twenty-one
to three
July
7, 2026
Preparation
Drove
to Walmart
To see
if I could drive post hospital
Will
go home soon
Worked
on poems
Played
Canasta with Lori
Ate
three big cookies
Staying
up late
Can’t
go to bed full of sugar
I’d
get a headache
July
6, 2026
Recovery
Woke
up with a snore
And
got up at four
And
began the day with prayer
I
worked on each poem
I
write when I roam
To
record what I did over there
I
played Canasta with Lori
Losing’s
my story
Did
dishes, went back to my room
Went
over things to do
When
this vacation is through
July
5, 2026
A Bit of Celebration
We
walked to church at the usual time.
Not
our home church, but here in Mesa.
With few
cars in the parking lot,
we
knew something was up.
We
went into the foyer half full of cupcakes,
Red,
white and blue, and a 250-years banner.
I
spoke to the lady at the desk.
The
three services had been combined.
We
missed it, but we could watch online.
We
thanked her and took cupcakes.
His
was red, mine blue, extremely sweet.
My
little bit of celebration of a great event.
July
4, 2026
Quiet Celebration
While
others played, picnicked,
and
watched fireworks,
I
stayed quietly inside,
listening
to music and stories,
recovering
after my hospital stay
and
thanking God for our country--
just
Him, my family and me.
Thank
You God for my country,
my
family and all that You provide.
July
3, 2026
Thankful
I’m
thankful for Lori taking care of me.
Taking
off work to spend time in the hospital.
Clarifying
what the doctors told me.
Playing
Canasta and helping me to the bathroom.
I’m
thankful that this didn’t happen
While I
was in the UK.
I’m thankful
I had a wonderful trip.
I’m
thankful that the stroke was small
And I’m
pretty much back to normal.
I’m
thankful that I was discharged.
I
chose a GIF,
a cute
white kitty
doing
the Macarena,
to
describe how I felt
being
released
from
the four-day stay
in the
hospital
that
ended my vacation.
July 2
Unexpected
Tour
We
went to Scotland
And
toured castles, some in ruins.
We
went to England’s Lake district
And
heard the ducks sing their tunes
In
Wales, we toured the gardens,
Rode a
train, ate some food.
I
avoided the blood pudding,
Though
they said it’s very good.
This
all was in the plans
For
the trip to the UK,
But
what I didn’t expect
Was at
Mesa for a stay.
I woke
up rather dizzy,
With
my head off kilter.
My
daughter said your pulse is low.
In the
hospital, you’ll get better.
So
there I was in an MRI
With a
board for a bed,
Listening
to the bangs and clangs
To
see if something’s in my head.
I was
poked and prodded
All
through my four-day stay
I’m
bruised like I’ve been fighting
An
evil enemy all day.
Then
I’m walking down the hallway
With
gown flapping in the breeze.
And
I’m sure that all that showed
Wasn’t
just my knobby knees.
Tomorrow
I’m headed home
And
then a new trip is in store
But I
pray next time I’ll skip
The hospital’s
four-day tour.