Ability
A raw WoPo poem
Ability – to do what?
Anything or nothing
I used to climb
Do archery
Fix things
Then it hit like a hammer
So some days
Bed is all there is
Some days the pain is all there is
Months of learning to walk again
And again and again
Hands that can sometimes
Draw, paint, mould and create
Reduced to rubber
Ineffectual
Can’t even feed my baby
Me…
The mother invalid
No ability
Swiped and lost
Relient on help
Once so proud to do it all
All I can do
Is sing when I can
Sing lullabies to children so small
And when I lay there unable to do
When pain is all there is
I weave words in my head
A creative tapestry
Worlds I create
For wide eyed tots
A new ability born
Such things had no place
In the life I had before
The energy and drive of the younger self
Never had time
I have a new richness
Born from the sorrow
An imagining of what I would be doing
If I were her once more
Stories and tellings and pictures and…
Abilities change
Do what you can
With what you’ve got
It is the trying
That must never stop
Posted: Friday, February 8th, 2013 @ 12:30 pm
Categories: Poems, WoPoWriMo.
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