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Muscular Dystrophy


06.09.11 Posted in today's words by

Jeanette Cheezum’s most recent poem here was Another Day’s Work, published as part of Contributor Series 8: Feast and Famine. Jeanette often steps out of her own personal experience and gives us looks at and into the lives of others. If you haven’t seen it yet, make sure you stop by cavalcadeofstars, Jeanette’s new online literary magazine. You’ll see names familiar and new and you’ll see wonderful fiction and poetry across the pages.

Muscular Dystrophy
By Jeanette Cheezum

Her body twisted, her heart soft,
no one befriended this bright
intelligent girl.

Would she ever know love? The
touch of a masculine hand rewarding
her with the taste of tenderness or the
whispers against her ear of promises
of pleasures to come.

Make divine music for the purity of
this soul. Come forth humble man
straighten her withered body.



9 Responses to “Muscular Dystrophy”

  1. bolton carley says:

    what sad words but what an important viewpoint. well said.

  2. Jean says:

    Engaging and poignant, Jeanette. Thank you!

  3. Jeanette Gallagher says:

    I like your compassion for the girl and your honest questioning about how a man may avoid a handicapped woman. This poignant poem makes us feel yet leaves hope for male compassion, as well as a relationship.

  4. Gita says:

    Tender and poignant. This is real poetry.

  5. Thank you ladies, I appreciate your comments.

  6. Diana E. Backhouse says:

    Thoughtful words from a thoughtful lady.

  7. bobbie troy says:

    Wow, Jeanette, this is very poignant. The heart of poetry is not only to write about what we know but to use our imagination to write about what we feel and envision.

  8. Thanks Bobbie, this one woke me from a sound sleep. The thoughts of a young lady I had seen recently.

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