Polaris

My First Memory of Stitches

By Navrosedip Kundlas

Volume 2 Issue 4

February 10, 2022

My First Memory of Stitches

Image provided by Pediatric Urgent Care of Northern Colorado

Life is full of troubles.

Just waiting to unfold

As fragile as bubbles

But for a five-year-old, I was still bold

The day was full of delight.

However, the horror was yet to come

As I approached the swings, the boy took flight

Smashing my head till I fell, wishing I had never come

The nails on the floor poking my ear

Hoping they would fill their hunger

RRRRIP as the world disappeared

The last thing I heard was my mom screaming in anger.

When I woke up, the nurse’s smile was as bright as the sun

But I knew this was no fun

My mother was a rabbit, scared and small

I wished instead of the park we had gone to the mall

I wished instead of the park we had gone to the mall