[Editor’s Note: Following surgery on Aug. 30, the right shoulder of our favorite hometown poetess was in a sling with an abductor pillow when she created her newest gem.]
My poor right shoulder is a mess and only adds to my distress
As it moans and groans all day, telling me exercise isn’t the way
To make it learn all over again how to do what I tell it; to be my friend
To move freely, to brush my hair so that I won’t have to care
And worry that all the hair is in place, not streaming all over my face
Or write my name and type a bit; Oh, this arm sling gives me a fit!
I feel constrained and hope and pray that my brain isn’t getting that way
So shoulder, hush up and do what you’re told. It’s up to me to be the scold
To make you behave and work with me, it’s only then we’ll both be free
How about some ice to cool you down and keep us both from wearing frowns!
Ms. Hoult may be contacted at HOULTight@aol.com
