He Blew Me a Kiss

Parkinson's image

 

He Blew Me a Kiss

She liked Frank, they connected

despite his expressionless face. Behind the wound-up limbs and tremor

a gentle man shone out from the mask.

 

When she visited they would share a cuppa.

Chat about this and that. Do the ‘medication shuffle’;

a two-step dance they both knew well.

 

She’d heard about stem cell research.

How they’d taken swabs from patients’ skin. Growing stem cells

from skin cells in dishes, right there in the lab up the road.

 

These stem cells would then become brain cells.

Models of Parkinson’s just like Frank’s. For testing newer and better

medications and perhaps one day even a cure.

 

The last time she saw Frank it was snowing

but he insisted on accompanying her out. Standing by the gate like a sentinel

he’d wave her off that one last time.

 

Later she’d think of stem cells like kisses

blown on the winter air. A hand lifted slowly towards a frozen face.

The moment captured in her rear-view mirror.

 

 

I won the EuroStemCell creative non-fiction poetry competition which I’m really chuffed about.

http://www.eurostemcell.org/story/writing-competition-winners-announced

Here’s the link to their site, come along to the event on 23rd October In Edinburgh if you can, tickets going on sale soon I think.

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