Nov 2014
little man,
you are, skipping stones,
across the millpond,
of your mother's heart.
you are not a monkey
in the jungle
or a superhero in flight
you are breakable,
not undestructable...
and we are not always
there when you jump...
as much as i would like to be
you are, skipping stones,
across the millpond,
of your mother's heart.
you are not a monkey
in the jungle
or a superhero in flight
you are breakable,
not undestructable...
and we are not always
there when you jump...
as much as i would like to be
we sit at the hospital,
tod, my five year old
has fallen/jumped from
the tree he was climbing...
one big scrape along his leg
a suspected greenstick fracture of the radius...
and lots of babble about flying.....
god preserve my sanity...
i fear...this may be one
of many visits ...
postscript.....next day one sore and sorry little man
who has learnt a valuable msg and one mother sighing
a breath of relief no fracture
just scrapes and bruises...
28/11/14
tod, my five year old
has fallen/jumped from
the tree he was climbing...
one big scrape along his leg
a suspected greenstick fracture of the radius...
and lots of babble about flying.....
god preserve my sanity...
i fear...this may be one
of many visits ...
postscript.....next day one sore and sorry little man
who has learnt a valuable msg and one mother sighing
a breath of relief no fracture
just scrapes and bruises...
28/11/14
(F/east coast australia)
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