Zillion of years ago
Taking meds was not a likely habit, even when sick
I could not take them, even the littlest of them
they should be pounded to smithereens,
put in a tablespoon with some water, and voila!
I’d rather accept the pill’s after-taste
than take it as it is, in its glorious form.
Our Dad used to give us vitamins to take
Faked taking it in, then take it out again
(until it discolored) then to the trash bin.
Or had to pretend I took it then, again,
flush it to the commode.
Dad, the Doubting Thomas, did the unthinkable
Ensuring the pill entered my body,
by not leaving my side until the deed is done. Bright!
Oh how I hate meds!!
The Pill took it all in stride
Little by little, it wormed unto my system by way of
a pulled tooth? a menstrual cramp? birth control?
thyroid removal? and arthritic attack?
I cannot say no to the Pills nowadays
I came to realize their uses, their purpose, their aim
Bowing to the big P
Accepted that they’re here to stay (I have 6 of them regularly)
Humbly and graciously…