Thursday, May 13, 2010
An Odd Memory
by
Cynthia Schuerr
Ouch! I still remember that certain day
When my brothers and I wanted to play
Inside the house we ran and yelled
Hi ‘O Silver and then I fell.
I tripped over the wire that ran across the floor
And hit my head on the molding of the door
The blood poured out as my brothers scattered
Dad came running to see “What’s the matter”.
He picked me up;
Carried me through the door
To the doctor’s office, for he was sure
I would bleed to death, his little girl.
Ice and a butterfly bandage was all it took
To bring all of this to a halt
Still, years later, I have that scar
But, all I can remember is being Daddy’s Star.
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2 comments:
I love it, lady! I'm glad this memory of physical pain was able to bring about such a fond recollection for you. Ouch, indeed! :)
This is wonderful Cindy. The memory of the scar is so perfect... everyone looks up to their Dad as their hero, as IronMan... this was a fun read.
Jim
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