weeping willow

She spoke with great deference,
Compassion
And cadence,
Like a young boy I felt comfort.

Though as she left,
I said nothing,
Knowing she would be there,
In my time of regret.

Yet when the hour came,
I felt alone,
I made a mistake,
And was dishonest to myself.

She can’t reach me now,
Or extend an aiding hand,
Because I’ve been untrue,
To the me that she believed.

63 yrs

Escaping from this conjurers delight
I reflect and find a superficial scheme,
He only spoke in mistakes,
Adding a definite annoying syllable,
Counting on me to fill in the missing piece,
Forcing me to speak what I never would,
Pushing my soul to the edge,
Jarring my brain,
I lament on my own wrongdoings,
It was him I place blame,
I could never utter such a phrase,
I was fooled.

The future is now

As I said, I am participating in a research protocol at the National Institute of Health. Recently I gave a sample of skin from my bicep which was then used to culture stem cells. I have a neurobiological disorder, the specifics I'd rather not get into, but the stem cells are going to be used to grow brain cells. Amazing huh? Later I jokingly thought to myself that my arm has a mind of its own, literally. I will be posting pictures of the cells up here soon, so people can see.
It's sounds futuristic that undifferentiated embryonic stem cells could be grown from skin from my arm, but I lie to you not. The procedure took all of 15 minutes and I got paid 80 dollars for my donation, but I would have done it even if there wasn't money involved. These cells will be used for research and not for treating any illness.
There have been many setbacks in stem cell research, specifically the George Bush ban on it, but the other day verified my belief for me that our country will still move forward no matter how many times we get backed into a corner. It brings me joy and hope. This is good news.