| Poems by Nicole, Age 11 Different I feel lonely, in a black shadow. I see people who are not like me. I feel different, they feel the same. Who is kind, who's to blame. I understand I'm not like anyone else. I'm like a star in the sky. I'm as slow as time passing by. I have my world, I am alone. I am different. I've got extra bones. Bumps on Me Bumps on my arms, bumps around my knee I want them to stop, but they can't When you've got MHE Bumps on my fingers, bumps on my legs I want them to stop, but they can't When you've got MHE Bumps on my shoulders, they stick out like boulders I want them to stop, but they can't When you've got MHE Bumps on my ribs, bumps on my back There are so many I can't keep track MHE, MHE Why, oh, why does it have to be me? BEFORE AND AFTER (for Rachel and Conor) I used to feel lonely. I felt that there would be no gain. I felt like a horse, my bumps were the reins. I felt down in the dumps with these bony lumps. Then a voice spoke to me... It was my mom - she'd found someone with MHE! Now I am happy. I hope this never ends. Now I am so happy - now I have bumpy friends! NO MORE GYM No gym, no gym! No running, no jumping, no needing to swim. I feel like Lady Luck's coming in. No more gym, no more gym! 'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE SURGERY A True Story... 'Twas the night before surgery sun setting down Of course, at that moment, the car broke down! I burst into tears, in total fear. I said "This is not fine. I will miss the midnight deadline!" Three random people, 5 police cars (3 the same guy). We called AAA, they're barely any help. We were there almost the whole night! We went in one police car, then, at the end, we were home again. It took three hours for them to come I could feel my legs getting numb. Broke down at 6, got home at 11 We missed the whole night, we had not even packed! We also missed dinner, a snuggle and a bath. I don't know why the car had to break... One thing for sure... mom owes me a steak! M.H.E IN MY FAMILY There's M.H.E. in my family Only it's not plain to see Not my mom, not my dad, not my sissy The M.H.E. is in me. |
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| BUMPY BONES - An Acrostic Poem Back and legs Uneasy M.H.E. Physical Therapy You Bony Only one in the class with it Number of operations Exostoses So many bumps.... |
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| LIFE WITH M.H.E. - ANOTHER ACROSTIC POEM Longing for a cure I am not good at gym Fear of an operation Examinations Waiting in a waiting room I want to find a cure The bumps bug me Having to be alone Many surgeries Having physical therapy Ending of pain |
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| Bumpy Village My staples are homes from time to time My bumps are mountains for the people to climb My scars are rivers for the people to drink I am a village, That's what I think. |
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