My Malady, Pain's Melody. Poem by Mary Thomas

I was hunting for some card, the insurance card.
something dropped out from my side purse.
and lo while getting it, i felt something in my innard snap.
hoping nothing happened, left for the pharmacy to pick up meds.
while coming home, I turned.
that turn was THE TURN.

could not move my spine and then
bitter brother of pleasure got out of his den.
He sure was having a ball.
My oohs and aahs could not satisfy his gall.

could not sleep on my back.
turning pinched thousand nerves.
googled up to find some cure.
massaged the trigger points.
ice pack, heat pack.
anything to relieve the joints.

mom send s-o-s to big brother.
he being acute hypochondriac
warned it could be heart attack.
went to doctor double quick.
the good doctor said not to worry.
just a muscle spasm in a hurry.
came to my good old self in a week.
good old self good old self, no more sick.

Mary Aug 2015