A ONE ARMED MAMA
I have rejoined an elite group of people to day,
My arm’s in a cast so one armed I am sorry to say,
It takes me back to when the children were small,
And you did many things one handed, never did fall.

For most of the time a baby was held with care,
Or a toddler holding your hand going everywhere,
Stirring the gravy with a little one on your hip,
As you tried to get dinner, or chocolates you did dip.

My children were grown when computers came my way,
But grandchildren made me one armed on many a day,
Now I struggle once again to type away quite merrily
With a cast, I’d prefer a little child sat upon my knee.

I can manage with my right hand the delete and enter keys,
The period, slash, comma and the backspace with ease,
For all the other keys the lazy left hand has the rest to do,
Although the right hand struggles with a p and o or two.

An advantage of being one armed with a baby, you can put it down,
But with a cast you struggle, sometimes smile, others you frown,
A cast only makes you one armed for a month, or week or two,
Where being one armed in love can last your whole life through.

(Millicent Ann Margetson 6 February 2004
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