An Aimless Ode to My Middle Child

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This, your discontented summer 

Post bunionectomy

Confined to sofa slothing

As you read philosophy

The foot cast you wear— a ball

Cursed crutches are your chain

Condemned imprisoned

Tally marking days you’ve been restrained

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June 19, 2016, One Word Daily Prompt: Aimless~ <a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/aimless/”>Aimless</a&gt;

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3 thoughts on “An Aimless Ode to My Middle Child”

  2. Been there, done that twice.. There is life after bunionectomy.. It’s just that bunion is possibly one of the ugliest words in the English language and there is no glory in a bunionectomy.. It is reminiscent of old ladies with burst-out tennis shoes. True, I had my first one at 30. Thanks pointed toes and three inch heels!

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