The woman struggles to get up.
She lay on the rough and cold wood.
She remembers her fall yesterday.
EMS helped her up and got her cane
that also landed on the wood- CLANG!
Tears fall down, face wrinkles, rough day.
She lay on the rough and cold wood.
She remembers her fall yesterday.
EMS helped her up and got her cane
that also landed on the wood- CLANG!
Tears fall down, face wrinkles, rough day.
She feels captive to her illness that
has left her so weak. Shame she feels.
She wants to hide, but can not move.
The elderly woman asks God, “Why?”
Her daughter arrives to help her up
until the next fall. It will come again.
Susans Soul…
Oh my goodness, Susan, this hits so close to home, having found my mom on the floor three times in the past six years. 😞 Very poignant writing.
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