Open Poetry #13 |
My Son Broke His Leg |
monique Member
since 2000-02-03
Posts 369Louisiana |
As i was writing What i was craving Bad luck came my way To show me i can't play With a pen In my hand Someone dear paid a price For my selfishness twice With a purple cast It will last Four weeks To remind me How weak Not to be |
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Krawdad Member Elite
since 2001-01-03
Posts 2597 |
Ouch! Some Poet's peril! What did you do? (Well, at least it's purple.) Krawdad |
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monique Member
since 2000-02-03
Posts 369Louisiana |
two of my children and i were at a restaurant they were ready to go home and i kept on writing my silly stuff they went outside to play knowing it was not safe i should be there with them it only took a few minutes the little one got hurt thank the God of mercy he is doing really good with his new hard leg tearing up evrything in sight |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
I liked your poem but I think you're being too hard on yourself. It could have happened even if you were out there with the kids... |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
We mother's tend to think we should be all seeing. Of course it was not your fault. If we are to be good mother's we also have to have time for ourselves. Joyce |
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