A Whirring Sound Poem
Sat, 12/28/2013 - 10:56AMA Whirring Sound
There is a whirring within my chest.
Consistent, constant, beneath my breast.
Not to low, somewhat high,
beneath my chin, behind my tie.
My wonder wanders about this thing.
Is it glued or tied with string?
Does it rest in the heat of day
or persevere come what may?
I think I know, the answer true
Just what it is, that I?ll tell you.
It has given me many a day
and because of this, I can say.
There is a whirring within my chest.
Consistent, constant, beneath my breast.
Because of this, the sun does rise
and there?s still a sparkle in my eyes.
I hear birds chirping, my heart is warm
and living on is a norm.
There is still a song within my heart.
Or is it in that whirring part?
Steve Woodward, LVAD recipient
Princeton, Kentucky
A poem by my father who received a LVAD in February of 2013.
My husband and I really enjoyed your poem. Thank You for…
Tue, 01/07/2014 - 10:30PMMy husband and I really enjoyed your poem. Thank You for sharing