A Poem by ranu
William Wordsworth wrote poems of Nature,
I decided to express about my stature.
In height and weight I carry no distinction,
But when I fell I was close to extinction.
As I was falling down the stairs ,
I made my plea to God Upstairs,
Please do not make me an invalid,
I promise to say my prayers
To increase my good deed.
Perhaps He heard me, perhaps not,
For I only fractured a rib and bruised my body
It could have been worse my daughter declared,
you did not break your leg nor an arm.
Now I’m swallowing pain killers galore,
And wonder when will I be able enough,
Because lying flat on a bed long hours is tough is tough!
Dear Ranu,
I’m so sorry to hear that you have fallen. I’ve been wondering where you’ve been and how you’ve been.
This is a lovely poem, even if it’s about a sad subject (you falling).
The sweet quality of your spiritual life comes through very strongly here :).
May you recover well, fully, and as fast as circumstances allow.
Be well Dear Ranu!
All good wishes,
robert
Dear Robert,
Thank you so much for your reply. You are a good friend. π
Beautiful!
Thank you,Cindy. π