Awoken by cramp
in the middle of the night
I got to thinking:
if I move it hurts,
if I don’t move it hurts,
whatever I do it hurts.
And in this comedy of helplessness
and the glow of the landing light,
I felt a voice within me say:
pain you can survive
pain means you are alive.
And then came sleep,
and then came sleep,
and then the clatter
of my children’s feet.
Another Way of Saying 
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You have a unique way of capturing the “everyday” The things that other overlook.
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Thank you oldmainer. That is a great compliment for any writer to receive and I am greatly touched by it.
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