The Doctor did examine, <br />(he was the last one on the list) , <br />both arm and wrist of Nana, <br />so thoroughly that she was pleased. <br />Perhaps it was a first, and also signal <br />that this great pilgrimage was <br />nearing its own end, (don't hold your breath) . <br />'So much incompetence', she said <br />'I have been suffering, in my old age <br />for many months, and ask myself <br />why God has chosen, in his wisdom <br />to throw this pie of cruel pain <br />into the face that has, for ninety years <br />shown only worship and obedience, <br />what can it be, perhaps a rare disease <br />not yet discovered by the greats of Medicine? ' <br /> <br />The consultation was now over, what remained <br />would be instructions and eventual prognosis, <br />the verdict came out of a learned mouth, <br />and not a single facial muscles nor a wrinkle <br />were out of place to undermine the presentation. <br />'It would be wise to take the bandage and the splint <br />and place it, gently, for the days that still remain <br />to the full moon next month, onto the other arm, <br />so that the bad one has a chance at last to heal.'<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nana-s-bad-arm/
