by Caroline Whalley
Bed making, tidying, the sky checked for walking, Dressed, ready for stairs, not two steps and jumping My spinning head, complicates, now I am balking Handicapped, one step, a stumble, means falling. Anything carried requires lots of thinking How best to transport through lugging and humping A tray is a burden, as both hands are needed No more teapot by bed though my freedom feels cheated. Small change chips away, creates space and then choice Surrender, defeated or to give voice To defiant solutions, rebel and rejoice!
Day 7, of what will be a ‘one a day’ poem. By the end of April 2021, 30 poems will create a series written throughout the month of April 2021. Each poem covers a fragment, a snippet taken consecutively throughout a day.