Polaris
My First Memory of Stitches
By Navrosedip Kundlas
Volume 2 Issue 5
March 28, 2022
Image provided by Pediatric Urgent Care of New York
Life is full of troubles.
Just waiting to unfold
As fragile as bubbles
But for a five-year-old, I was still bold
The day was full of delight.
However, the horror was yet to come
As I approached the swings, the boy took flight
Smashing my head till I fell, wishing I had never come
The nails on the floor poking my ear
Hoping they would fill their hunger
RRRRIP as the world disappeared
The last thing I heard was my mom screaming in anger.
When I woke up, the nurse’s smile was as bright as the sun
But I knew this was no fun
My mother was a rabbit, scared and small
I wished instead of the park we had gone to the mall
I wished instead of the park we had gone to the mall