Ode to Mike: "Please Don't Go!"

Brother-in-law Mike—he is grand!

After our accident, he came to Sri Lanka land.

He did the cleaning, the laundry, the shopping too,

Without him around, we would have been blue.

He battled ants in the kitchen, wasp nests on the walls,

Saw a snake in the yard, but that’s not all.

Replaced mesh with aluminum screens so rats can’t chew through,

Put door sweeps on the doors to keep scorpions out too.

Mike's suitcase was filled with not only aluminum but also TREATS!

Favorite cereals, hearty bread, and A CASE OF BEEF.

Pretzels, licorice, and chocolates too,

We can hole up here for a month or so!

We ate awesome meals that we’ll never forget,

Quesadillas, fajitas, and chicken cheddar red.

Grilled cheese sandwiches, tomato soup,

And best of all, Mike’s yummy beef stew.

He was able to sleep in harsh conditions,

Never complaining…a man on a mission.

He made friends with our neighbors, and drivers all,

He heeded our every beck and call.

Laughter and chatting and Mike’s therapy.

Helped us pass the time a bit more happily.

At night Mike’s special Lorazapam pills were given,

For some hours each night, we were in heaven.

He arranged our pillows and washed Bob’s hair.

Everything he did, he did with utmost care.

Hospital psychosis was temporarily on hold,

The help Mike gave is worth more than gold.

Not everything here has rhyme or rhythm.

Please keep in mind that I had a concussion! 

Mike’s coming was a gift so dear.

Even after he left, FAMILY felt near.

THANK YOU, MIKE!  THE END