Crutch

Its a poem on my dad's struggle with crutches after breaking his left foot on the morning of May 1st 2013

I'm standing by the Corridor,
watching you lean heavily on
them
trotting like a toddler..
one incomplete baby step
followed by a heavy heave
a break of sweat...
You grind your teeth in pain
as your 'plaster of paris' laden
foot
causes a drag to your motion..
Underneath that sweaty brow
lies determined eyes...
at 66 with a broken foot
reprieve seems nowhere neigh
but underneath the pain
you laugh,give an encouraging
smile
I see it in your eyes,
I see it in your eyes,
you'll be alright..
Broken limb,torn muscles,
will as strong as diamond,
old as you are,yet so full of
youthful zeal...
You'll be fine..
that's what each crutch clinker
tells me..
on that crutch...
is my Crutch..
Supports me when I can't carry
my own
Get well soon father.

Reviews

[Edmund S. Obumba]

Its very devastating having to watch my dad in pain.
i had to let out in the best way i could..poetry.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it is tough when we realize that person we depended on for all our lives becomes dependent himself..

i relate to this...my dad is 94 now...can't do many things for himself now...i have become his crutch.

jacob

[Edmund S. Obumba]

Thank you Sheema for dropping by.
your reviews always add a tinge to my work.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

A powerful piece, unique and bold.