Do I have to get clicky arthritis
All chubby in the knee,
Can't I keep my youthful legs
Lithe like I'll always be.
I'd like to wear my
strappy sandals
While shopping at the mall,
Tell me I won't fall, legs all sprawled
Down on the shiny floor.
Just save me from those slippers
Hush puppies and the like,
Do they call them pumps
Oh my, they look a fright.
Ah, but don't you worry none
This groovy Gran's alright,
As I've figured out what to do
To wear both day 'n night.
I've bought some real neat
trackies
That cover up my swollen knees,
And on my feet I'll wear..
YES..... sneakers,
This Granny's gonna be real hip now,
If you please.
Soft Whispers from Derry's
Heart Poems
inspired by Yolanda Cohen &
Betty Hill
© 2004 used with permission
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
"When my grandmother got
arthritis, she couldn't bend over and cut her
toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the
time, even
when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."
