Cut Foot

Poem about the time I cut my foot when I was five or six years old

Running around the garden
Something sharp cuts my barefoot
The red blood dripping to the ground
I walk to where my sister can be found.

"Susie, I cut my foot", I said.
"Yeah right, It's just all in your head."
Susie looks at my foot and sees
A deep gash makes her fall to her knees.

Susie runes to the house with me
She sets me down and shouts for mom
I walk towards the bathroom door
The red blood dripping on the hardwood floor.

The toilet flushes and mom comes out
She looks at my foot as I cry
She takes me to the kitchen sink
She washes it out, my face pink

They bandage it up, my pap there.
His face full of love and care
They drive me to the hospital
To get my foot examined by doctors

I couldn't walk on it for a week
Had to go to school the next day
I couldn't hop or skip or play
All I could do was stand there
Trying to look like I didn't' care