Pd. 6: Bove, O

I Remember Poem

I remember when I broke my foot

The way the cast smelled when it was taken off

And how it was stinky for days.

I remember the tears that fell into my mouth when I cried

Like the ocean's salt water sprinkling into your mouth at the beach

My mom's touch when she picked me up and placed me on the couch

The way a cheatah picks up their cub and puts them in safety.

I remember watching the nurse wrap the bandage around my leg

How the soft, white bandage, was covered by a cold, pink bandage to form the cast.

Each time I recall this memory, I am reminded of the experiences I with a cast.

Buzzing, it's now time to remove my cast.