i enter a former home
my children in tow,
now with different tenants;
a place of comfort and disturbance,
bright colors, polished steel,
flickering florescence,
disinfectant lingering in the air,
and the chatter softly everywhere,
occasionally broken by a cry.
memories return
of cold thermometers,
freezing bed pans,
blood pressure pumps,
mysterious pills in plastic cups,
wooden wheelchairs and traction pulls,
soft fuzz under a cast,
the tickle of the saw,
which never breaks the skin,
my dusty withered legs
after months of hibernation,
just some of what i see
when i walk these halls,
grateful that my children
can remain oblivious
to the potential within.
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