Due Care and
Attention
I lead
an active life
But I’m
very clumsy
And I
bruise easily,
like
when I give blood,
or bump
into furniture,
or trip
over uneven paths.
He
always comes with me
And
waits while I’m treated,
like
when I fell off my bike
and
smashed my front teeth,
or
skied into a tree
and
fractured my arm,
or
tipped over the roast pan
and
burned the skin off my hand.
Today I
played netball,
collided
with a player,
and
broke my nose.
The
nurse looks at me
and at
him, waiting,
and she
asks, quietly,
“Is
that netball?”
I say
yes. Out loud.
For the
first time ever.
What
happens
Now?
