No soup thanks.(Poem)

 
No SOUP THANKS 
(A poem for two narrators, about early stage Parkinson's Disease) 
 
   Maybe I could pretend 
      do you know that you're shaking? 
   Until nearer the end 
      do you know your head's shaking? 
   We could keep up the life that we knew; 
   Just wait on a minute 
      and your muscles go tight 
   There's already a limit 
      in your legs every night 
   On just what I can and can't do 
 
   There's no bloody escape 
      it's your hands now as well 
   From the cramps that now rake 
      it's your hands now as well 
   My body, the worst cramps I've known. 
   But my greatest of fears 
      you can't spread your bread 
   Is that in a few years 
     what you write can't be read 
   I'll be nursing home bound ... all alone 
 
   A vegetable sprout 
      ...