(With a nod to “Pindy” and her wisdom, and my father for not calling me out when I nearly sawed off my finger.)
Bumps and bruises, fevers, sprains
Broken bones and other pains,
Listening to parents’ chatter,
Deciphering, “What’s the matter?”
Raising kids is always fraught
With wondering, “What have they got?”
We all arrive in later years with stories often shared,
Of injuries and scars attained when living as we dared.
Who remembers non-events? Regular, same-old days?
Mishaps mark our memories in oh so many ways!
I count the years and mark the time by “When I got this scar…”
A history lesson on display of my life thus far.
We continue on this journey as it takes some of its tolls,
But we can share our stories! And thus we share our souls.