KP came in the morning.
I didn't want be alone so I asked him.
Shortly after Mr. K arrived.
Let's start.
Mr. K applied the ointment gliding along over the spine.
Tap tap tap Mr. K tapped it in.
Tap tap tap Mr. K's hand rise and fall
Along the spine down to the tailbone
My blue spots on my buttocks are almost exposed.
It was a close call. I still feel as bashful as a maiden is.
As I'm desperate for the cure, I'm determined to accept anything.
Tap tap tap one hour has past.
Tap tap tap moved to the neck.
It feels good,
Just as a massage does.
I'm at ease with K.P. by my side.
$150 for a bottle of ointment.
I said it was expensive.
KP said it would worth if it works.
That's true.
After the tap tap tap session, KP and Mr. K left.
I laid my weary body down alone.
It would worth if it works, but my body was lead.
KP came back in the evening.
We went out to the neighborhood Pakistani restaurant.
No problem with the wheelchair
It glided
Fast. I watched the familiar scenery flow by.
Confined to a wheelchair,
I look forward to dining out as my only pleasure.
The sun set and dusk started to gather
Another night to spend by myself approaches
As I can't roll over, I pull the fabric of pajamas to roll my body over.
If I lose my muscle strength in my hands, how could I roll over?
Without moving I would see the morning
Without moving I would see the night
And my body stays in the same position
Discrepancy between my mind's needs and my body.
I beg you to
Spare me the strength just to pull the pajamas as long as possible.
With doggy bag we are home.
I thank KP for pushing my wheelchair.
If I can say goodbye properly when he leaves
I am sure tomorrow will be a wonderful day.
Poem by Maria Franki
Edited and translated by J. Ujiie
©2011
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