Thank you, bones for all you allow,
ambling on as I am wont to do
toward duty, doom or affirmation -
jumping for joy or folding a caress.
Why, without you I’d be grounded -
unable to dance the steps
or whirl to the tunes of the spherical muses.
You never raise a fuss -
All snug and quiet inside -
obeying orders to advance or fade.
(but my, what a rattle you’d all make
If it weren’t for all that juice and sinew!)
And thanks to you for subtle things
like marrowing out blood cells 24 - 7,
bending a cage for my heart
or forming a helmet for my brain.
Thanks to all 206 of you swell guys -
never angling for praise or acclaim.
I’d get you each a card.
but lack a place to send it.
Thanks bones!
May, 2008
Hi Robert what fun! ! ...lovely and graceful praise for our faithful and enduring armatures..... well-sung...! ! thankyou.... Love, D.
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A lovely shambling poem with a great big heart. If only we all responded to our bodies with reverence, you do in this sweet poem instead of forever bemoaning their lack of perfection. I had a friend who died at fifty of ovarian cancer. Enid used to say during her last days - life is such a gift. Never look a gift horse in the mouth. Your humor and your compassion are always in harmony Robert. I salute your lovely bones - and mine. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥