It happened again.

You had thrown your back out,

And you were stuck in bed.


Of course you waited almost a week

Before telling me of your plight.

You never want to bother me,

Figure I’m too busy.


Finally, you called me.

And I came to your house.

You didn’t look good.

You hadn’t bathed in a week.


You had sent me to the store

To buy a few groceries

And something for dinner.


A week later,

You finally made it to the toilet.

A month later,

You finally went again.


You survived on Gatorade,

One meal a day,

Peanut butter crackers,

And Little Debbie snacks.


Then your knees went out.

It was the same all over again.


Stuck in bed, food deliveries,

Taking in the mail,

And in the end,

Helping with the shower.


You worked towards that.

Every day,

A little closer

To the restroom.


Both to the toilet

And to the shower.


For the shower,

You needed more

Strength and balance.

So it took more time.


But you got there.

You made it.

You were determined

And patient,

And you made it.



Wednesday Poetry Prompts

Poetic Asides #137


Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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