New Poets Wednesday - My Leg Hurts - by Kyrra Miller
Updated: Jun 24, 2022
Kyrra is a student at Post University located in Waterbury, Connecticut. The University offers classroom and online instruction. This poem was offered in a Post U creative writing class.
Meet Kyrra in her own words
“…. Edgar Allen Poe is probably my favorite writer.” “….I work with individuals with special needs and am pursuing a degree in counseling at Post University. . . .We can add peace and love to the world by acts of kindness and understanding. We can bring on destruction through mockery and belittling. We choose what we do for others, we need to make sure we can sleep with that at the end of the day.”
My Leg Hurts My leg hurts. So, I’m going to the vet. Daddy says I dislocated something, We play too rough. Mommy says it’s my arthritis, Making it swell and hurt. It’s hard to stand. So, I lay on the floor, I’m too big for the table. Mommy sits with me, I put my head in her lap. She tells me I’m being a good boy. The vet comes in.
Osteosarcoma Amputation Risky Cancer I wonder what that means? We went home. I get a peanut butter sandwich, It tastes funny. I feel funny, so I lay on the kitchen floor. Daddy and mommy lay with me. Their faces are wet, I wonder why. I get more sandwiches over the weekend. Daddy keeps crying, I don’t like that. He was there when I opened my eyes. He fed me yummy bottles until I was big. He’s my best friend. Mommy shows me boxes and lockets. She says they can put my name and picture on the box. The locket, daddy will wear every day. It has a purple paw print, Like my collar, We could be matching! Mommy and I cuddle on the couch, We eat peanut butter out of the jar. Daddy helps me in the car. We go to McDonald’s. I get burgers and fries and ice cream, But daddy and mommy are still crying. We go back to the vet. I feel a poke. I feel funny. The doctor says I’m a good boy. Daddy puts his forehead to mine. I love you big guy. I love you daddy. Mommy hugs me tight, She says I’m her baby boy.
Why is everyone crying? My leg doesn’t hurt.
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