Stitches
Twelve years ago is when this adventure took place...
My aunt had a smile that shined brighter than the sun on her face,
for I had only seen her once before,
and that was the moment I entered this world.
Soon enough my mom called from the top of the stairs,
My aunt immediately replying, “One second, I will be right there!”
The moment she left I was all alone,
and she told me to stay still as a stone.
She promised me that she would be right back,
but as soon as she left she heard a big “SMACK”!
“Oh why did I not listen?” I asked myself in pain,
why did everything people tell me not process in my silly little brain.
I had jumped from the couch to hang from a balloon,
what? Did I think I was part of some cartoon?
I pounced high at the balloon hoping to be like tarzan,
but soon after I realized I am definitely not a stunt man.
This jump did not go as planned as you can see,
for seconds after I had glass planted in my knee.
This incident took place in a blink of an eye,
I even had glass sticking into my thigh.
There was blood running down to the tip of my toenail,
and I promise you this isn’t just a silly old tale.
I screamed so loud that my neighbors could hear me,
I screamed so loud, well...can you blame me?
I know that my aunt was the only relative who could see me,
but I’m pretty sure all the others could hear me.
My entire leg was bursting in pain,
I swear, I was honestly going insane.
My parents and aunt all ran to the door,
but could I walk that distance? I was unsure.
As they carried me to the car I continued to scream in pain,
and by the time we arrived I caused them a migraine.
My screams were full of horror and fear,
but this wasn’t from the glass, it was because the ER was near.
My parents told me in a horrifying tone,
“IT WILL BE INFECTED IF YOU LEAVE IT ALONE!”
As I headed into the doctor’s office thoughts ran through my head,
though seconds after I was laying in a bed
Looking to the side I saw the doctor sitting on his stool,
and next to him I witnessed a variety of sharp and pointy tools.
Being wide awake I was not put to sleep,
therefore, as they dug into my skin I sat there and weeped.
Oh why did I have to land on my dad’s coffee glass,
but let’s just forget about that little incident since it’s all in the past.

Great use of imagery when you described your injury, it even made me cringe.
ReplyDeletei liked because you were able to tell a story from your past
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Nice job! on talking about your past store. I like the rhyme to it and how the poem follows very good job
ReplyDeleteGreat poem! The rhyming was great, and I really felt like I was there. Nice job :)
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