Lynda M. Cokuslu
Cool night, grilling fish... "ish" cut finger deep.
Rushed to get stitches crying at hospital.
Ran quickly, forgetting to turn off the griddle.
A neighbor detected the smoke, barged...
the door preventing a terrible fire.
Welcoming... We returning in an hour.
My finger throbbing and now enlarged.
Home on sofa I laid in a big heap.
He told of his gallant pulsating rescue.