Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Monologue Mania Day # 1217 Heart Beets by Janet S. Tiger (c) June 14, 2017

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Monologue Mania Day # 1217 Heart Beets by Janet S. Tiger (c) June 14, 2017  
                                                          Heart Beets                                   
                                              a monologue by Janet S. Tiger 
                                                     (c) all rights reserved (c) 2017

        (Woman in her 50s enters with a stethoscope and a can of beets)

My mother loved beets.  She said her ma had taught her to use beets for drink, to eat, to use as garnish at a fancy table like Thanksgiving!....even to dye clothing.

And it turns out, eating beets is healthy.  Who knew?

       (She lifts the can high)

But I loved how she would pick up the can and say, 'Well, that beets all!'  And she would laugh!  That was the first joke we heard, and I think all us kids liked puns for that reason.

       (She takes the can and sets it down, then sighs heavily)

Heart beat.  Thump, thump, thump.  You never forget the first time you hear your baby's hearbeat.

Or the last.  When they disconnect the pumps and the tubes, and all the goodies that are keeping your child alive.......I was lucky.  My father had it into us that we needed to donate his body parts, and we did, and it was a blessing, so when I got the call about my baby, who was 38, but always my baby......I knew I had to do the same thing.

He was a good boy.  Died in a car accident, hit by a drunk.  On Flag Day, June 14th, and when they buried him, they had the flag from his unit in Iraq across the coffin.  But the coffin was empty.  Not completely, just his was in another man's chest.

And today, on the anniversary of his death, I got a present from the man who received my son's heart.

(Deep breath)  He came to visit, and with these.....

         (She lifts the stethoscope)

I got to my baby's heart....still beating.......

It was a gift I will never forget......

        (She turns to go, stops, lifts the can of beets)

They said his heart was in great shape.....must've been all the beets!

        (She smiles as she leaves)

Based on a true story -
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1 comment:

Jennifer Silva Redmond said...

So sweet and "heart"-warming!