X-Rays
My husband needed X-rays
Since he fell and hurt his wrist.
Turns out there was no fracture
But there was a little twist.
You ever break a bone there?
Asked the doctor, ‘cause we see
What looks to be, in that same spot,
A years-old injury.
A buried memory emerged,
My spouse at age 13,
While playing basketball, got hurt;
His bone was broken clean.
The wounds we suffer in our lives
We might think we’re concealing,
Yet they remain a part of us,
Despite extended healing.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2024
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