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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