A few weeks ago, my husband had a chest x-ray which determined, among other things, that his cardiac structure was “grossly unremarkable.” I took issue with this grossly mundane medical description of a human heart and wrote the following poem. I am publishing this on the occasion of our wedding anniversary. Happy anniversary, Edmund.
This heart, which began beating at twenty-four days in utero and has continued on for seventy-four years?
This heart, which has loved one woman for fifty-two years, three sons, three daughters-in-law, two grandchildren, and countless stray dogs and the occasional cat?
This heart which has continued on in spite of compromised dreams and the loss of old friends and loved ones?
This heart which has beaten 2,838,240,000 times and pumped 54,020,000 gallons of blood a distance of 324,120,000 miles?
Grossly unremarkable? Physician, open your eyes. This heart, every human heart, is divinely, amazingly, remarkable!