6-11 (True Story) Poem by Crystal Midnight
6-11 (True Story)
A softball game,
With two 7th grade teams.
In a open grass field kids play,
In the hot sun.
Along the first base line, were the moms
Cheering their girls on.
It was the top of the 8th inning,
No outs and Centrals down by one.
Junction City is up to bat,
Central out in the field.
It took four pitches to get the batter out.
Gale Anders is up next, strike one.
Turning to terror in the next swing of the bat.
The ball goes flying over the fence,
Missis all the moms, all but one,
Nursing her baby she didn’t see the ball coming.
The ball hits the baby in the head whose life has just begun,
Just three weeks ago ReBecca Purkey was born.
ReBecca’s mom rushes her to the hospital.
Where the doctors told her,
That she could go home after the MRI.
If anything happened within 24 hours call.
They called ReBecca’s mom with the MRI results,
They told her the ball shattered her skull,
Into something like a spider web.
But the skull repairs itself,
So not to be alarmed.
ReBecca lasted 23 hours then,
Her little brain just couldn’t take it anymore,
She started having seizures.
Taking her back to the doctor,
Her mom was scared and,
Didn’t understand what’s wrong with her baby,
That is perfect in every other way.
The doctors said that it’s unlikely,
ReBecca will ever walk, talk, or feed herself,
She will be a veggie.
If this child was to live.
Because she has a traumatic brain injury,
Which lead to the seizures,
And she has epilepsy.
Hard pill to swallow for her family.
One minute this baby was healthy and happy
The next doctors are telling them she will die.
P.S. My name is ReBecca Purkey, the story of my life. we were not as medically advanced as we are today. We didn’t know as much about the brain that's why doctors sent me home. This shows anyone can overcome anything. I am 18 and have now graduated from high school with a regular diploma and soon going to go college, become an Autistic teacher. I will always have a brain injury and epilepsy, that doesn’t stop me from doing anything. I am ReBecca Purkey and this is my story, what’s yours?
excellently done...........truely nothing can stop you from doing what you really want to do......... Amazing stuff........keep going........ read my 'being an perfect individual'......kinda delivers somewhat same msg
This was nice while reading it I had no idea you were gonna say that u where that baby....God can bring any one from anything.....im so glad u survived and as far as the epilipse, just keep ur eyes on God hon. DIMPLzZ.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 9:50:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Hi CRYSTAL - Lovely story - I have scored it ten just open the scoring with a MAX! It is what we call a POESIE VRAIE - A True Poem. Th1s poem isunique because only you could write it. When commenting on TRUE POETRY - which is very precious - we have to concede it is PERFECT as wriitten. I for one would not wish to alter a single word! The poem reminds us that even though we may have accidents, that can change the direction of our lives - each one of us is born with a PURPOSE. In your Biography you urge us to read 6-11 first and I'm glad I did - it is awesome. However you are a survivor and your wonderful story of survival and achievement wont stop me being objective about your poem 'I wish I was a donut'. I know you don't want us to make any concessions and this comes across in your postscript to 6-11. There is no metre or rhyme in 6-11 but I like the way you have set it out in the form of FREE VERSE. The short lines make it easy to read and the five stanzas give it an element of form. I'm going to be a little harder in my appraisal of 'Donut' because I know you would want that! The PH Family are lovely - very supportive - but sometimes they forget to score! Love in Poetry - JOHN.