My First Memory of Stitches

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