PAINFUL POETRY

Swollen

Ankle Antics

With my bum on my foot, I sat Reading with Tildy on my lap Leg went numb as I stood Arms embracing reason for motherhood

Down we went As my ankle bent Attempt to save my little girl From injuries about to unfurl

Shooting pain Potential sprain Swollen fears Mounting tears

Pleaded for the phone To let the incident be known Limp upon the office floor As Tildy headed out the door

Brave little mite Left my sight Sobbing on her way Good girl is all I had to say

Big hugs when she got back As I told my Dad about our stack Grateful for my parent’s care Kids safety and a hospital fare

Floating bones and a horizontal week Before more information, I can seek Bright colours my children gifted On a page to keep my spirits lifted

Feeling like a bit of a duffer this morning.

Working through accepting the consequences of unexpected events of my doing.

Forced rest for a week to allow my body time to heal.

No Inca trail this time!

Listening to docs advice and keeping it elevated with ice.

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