Brave About A Mouse: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

There was a smelly/
dead mouse in the house. I said:/
“I’m brave!” Then I puked.

My Daughter’s Worst Guy: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Frank*: There are guys in /
my girl’s life who treated her/
bad. You’re the worst. Leave!

[*Frank is my daughter’s name for her eating disorder.]

Dad’s Expectations: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Why do I expect/
others to help? She is my/
girl. I can take charge.

Who’s To Blame? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Who can I blame if/
she goes away? Nobody/
but myself, for sure.

Monday Night Football Glory And Respect: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Even in defeat,/
there is respect and glory./
The refs blew the call.

OR
there is greatness and glory./
OR
there is respect and greatness.

Saving My Daughter’s Life (Please): Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poetry

I understand that you have a full-time job.
I understand that there are 20 pages of paperwork
that have to be filled out.
I understand that the person who has to finally review that paperwork
here in this state won’t be home for two or three days from vacation.
I understand that when the application does get reviewed
it will get need to go to other reviews somewhere else.
I understand that you have other people to talk to
about things that are important to them.
I understand that you have other things to worry about.

But while you’re working
and talking to other people
and your boss is vacationing
and other people are waiting to review the paperwork
that seems to drag on and on and on,
my daughter is dying.

I understand there seems to be nothing I can do
to make you hurry up.

So please understand excuse me if I get a little upset.

Because I don’t understand how vacations,
and work,
and paperwork,
and talking to other people
can get in the way
of saving my daughter’s life.

Dancing With Death: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I’m dancing with death./
Or rather, she is, and I’m /
trying to cut in.
———————–
Here is a letter we’re sending out to friends and family; Please forward this as you see fit.
Thank you!

Dear Family and friends,

Our daughter, Camilla, is very ill with an eating disorder.Her doctor says she requires residential treatment and wants her to be placed as soon as possible, because her heart is failing.We are trying to get the financing together, but it is apparent that we, her parents, cannot pay for this care on our own. Treatment at Avalon Hills, where we plan to place her,is $1600.00 per day.Because Camilla has no insurance they have reduced the cost to $995.00 per day.Her estimated length of stay is 4 to 6 months. We are applying for help through grants, scholarships and other programs. Camilla’s bishop is helping us with the process of getting help from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

We have received some contributions from friends and family.The bishop has asked that we offer our extended family members and friends the opportunity to help us in this as well. The treatment center, Avalon Hills, is located in Cache Valley, Utah.Contributions may be made directly to the Center and sent to the following address:

Avalon Hills

Attn: Financial Office

P.O. Box 3412

Logan, UT 84323

Toll-free: (800) 330-0490

(Please note that it is for Camilla Kuhns).
FYI, if Camilla does not go into treatment there, they will give us the money back and we will apply it to where she is being treated.

OR:
You may also make contributions through Camilla’s blog / PayPal account, at MillatheNightBaker.blogspot.com

We have been so humbled by the outpouring of care not only in monetary terms, but also in love, fasting and prayers.

Thank you so much for the contribution you make in whatever form it may be.

Love to all,

Ilene Fluckiger Kuhns

DavidG. Kuhns

PS: For updates and more information, please visit Camilla’s blog at MillatheNightBaker.blogspot.com

Intense Family: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

You’re an example/
of how I should be intense/
with my own fam’ly.

Thanks To My Daughter’s Friend: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

I wept so hard I could almost not dictate this.

I walk gratefully,
reverently,
into her house,
where my daughter’s guardian angel
stands watch.

Skin falls off
boiling plums
and young old bones
and her parents tell me
that they would give everything
to have their daughter back.
But since they can’t
they will give me what they can,
what their angel daughter
told them to give,
to make sure her friend,
my daughter,
doesn’t leave.

I stand on an island,
speechless.

It is only much later
that I can weep
tears of gratitude,
for I have already wept
tears of sorrow
for their loss.

Perhaps,
because of their daughter’s love,
voice,
inspiration,
and angelic soul,
they won’t have to weep
for mine.

Not rejecting friends: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

I canceled meeting/
friends for the chance to be with/
my kids. Understand?