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The Tumble

Climbing up an annoying hill

On my way

From the grocery store

At plumstead, Greenwich

With heavy loads on both hands

I became angry

Because my husband had lost his job

And the fury rolled in

Bit by bit

Piling up into a heap

On my weary, discouraged mind

My frozen, clammy hands were aching

And I was so tired

And sleepy from exhaustion

A tear slipped down to my yellow scarf

Wrapped around my neck

To protect me from the freezing cold

“Mummy what’s wrong,”

My head swung towards my

Four year old daughter

Lily

“Nothing princess,

Mummy is just tired.”

As I said the word tired

I lost my balance on

The slippery slope

And found myself rolling down the hill

And I heard a piecing cry

“Mummy!”

The heart wrenching cry broke my heart

And it caused me more pain

Than the physical pain

Tearing and searing at me

From various angles

Like a wicked destructive storm

That ravages without mercy

I tried to get up

But I was in pain

As a nurse,

I knew I had injured my ankle

And knee

A while later

As the ambulance drove

Me away

And I watched my princess crying

And sobbing

I realized that

I had been ungrateful

I had so many things to

Be grateful about

But I had ignored them

So many blessings

But I had chosen to be ungrateful

And I counted my loss

And Peter’s loss

My husband Peter is amazing and loving

My job very refreshing

And rewarding

My daughter, a delight

And an Angel

My health was perfect

But I had forgotten

And counted my loss

“Gratitude is a choice Lucy,”

I said to myself

‘Never forget that.”

I was in pain

But somehow

I found the courage

To sing praises to the Lord

And a great peace like never before

Flooded my soul

Even in the midst of trial

And pain.

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