54. Ode to Christine – Who truly loves her excrement.

Oh lower colon, oh lower colon, how did I miss that you had fallen.

*Oh lower colon, oh lower colon, how did I miss that you had fallen.

*Oh lower colon, oh lower colon, I should have named you something like Rowan.

(Because it rhymes, no reference to Shannon’s delightful son.  He does not relate to me like a lower colon in any way.)

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I should have valued passing gas, I should have enjoyed wiping my ass.  (Sorry.)

Oh lower colon, oh lower colon, how did I miss that you had fallen.

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So many decades you were true, processing food and making poo.

Oh lower colon, oh lower colon, how did I miss that you had fallen.

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You cried out, but now your dead.  The surgeon took you in a hospital bed.

Oh lower colon, oh lower colon, how did I miss that you had fallen!

Author: Michele Plumb Stowell

Michele Stowell was a teacher, a hand holder, and encouraging voice. Born an early Gen Xer, she has lived in Western Washington for the duration. Her children, two spectacular genetic daughters and an uncountable number of marvelous scout and school sons and daughters, shine as her biggest impact and her greatest blessing. Just before her 54th birthday, Michele was diagnosed with stage four cancer. Her writing and art work are expressions of the drama and the joy of living earth bound. On October 24, 2021, Michele was released from her physical body, transported to continue her work on other realms.

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