Two days before her birthday, my mom had a little accident. She underwent surgery this morning to set the bone. Here is a little poem I wrote in her honor:
There is a small matter I'll mention:
My dear mother craved some attention,
So she tripped on the bed,
Broke her wrist, not her head.
This will surely increase her tension!
3 comments:
Wow. Good one! Looks like you're up and posting these days! Too bad I'm not 21...
Natalie, you're always so clever! I really enjoy reading your blog!
Coleen, I hope your wrist is healing nicely and that everyone is helping you and treating you with the concern and respect you deserve!!!
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