Preparing for my son’s first birthday party this weekend has me pretty busy, but looking back on this older poem made me smile. And also makes me want to find an illustrator to finally make this a fun little book.
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If I were ever Gretel, finding home would be a snap
A trail of bloody test strips mark my way across a map.
If I were ever Batman and in need of a grappling hook,
The most-used lancet in my bag would do the trick to catch the crook.
If I were ever Superman, and lows my kryptonite,
A jar of cherry Glucolift would save me from my plight.
If I were ever Katniss, my District would go “Whoa,”
Because The Hunger Games have nothing on a meter reading “LOW.”
If I were ever Mario, I’d find all my 1 Ups
At the bottom of a juicebox or a kid’s juice sippy cup.
If I were ever Vader, I’d embrace the ol’ Dark Side
Because in robes like that it’s easy to make my Dexcom sensor hide.
If I were ever Walter White, I’d wear diabetic socks
So only my feet would have the ‘betes while I’d be the one who knocks.
If I were ever Pinkie Pie, there’d be lows and I’d be in it
Because that little tweaky pony can’t sit still for a hot minute.
If I were ever Legolas, and had a midnight hypo fright,
I’d wake up with food in my bed. “Crumbs have been spilled this night.”
If I were ever Aquaman, I’d still workout in ocean gyms
Because my insulin pump is waterproof, and still works while I swim.
If I were ever Dumbledore, I’d be at peace with D
Because it matters not my pancreas, but “what I grow to be.”