Hips - un poème

Os, articulations et muscles
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Hips - a poem

Hips don't mean to do it

These bones that belong to me

The cushion flooring was faulty

There was no guarantee, that

The warranty lasts a lifetime

(Smallprint too tiny to see)

Hips don't mean to do it

I tried to keep them well

Good intentioned exercise

Good intentioned meals

but 30 years of children began to take its toll

My thumb hurt, my elbows hurt and my knees hurt like hell

Hips and back

Well there's the crack

Crutches arrived

X-rays back

Bi-onic hips, there's a thing

To get you moving

To make you sing (again)

Hips don't mean to do it

New joints belong to me

90 degrees of trouble and strife

A two hour shower, a two hour life

With struggles that no one understands and

Legs that refuse to follow commands

I'm from Venus, hips from Mars

No one can see my battle scars

But,

the pain is less, the limp is soothed

the struggle lessens, life improved

Your hips don't mean to do it

when they pain you every day

You meet fabulous people along the way

And I guess the only thing I'll say,

is

You'll live to fight another day

 

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Oh Kate your poem made me cry. Thank you so much for sharing it with us. How wonderful that you could put it into words like that and so poetically x

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Please don't cry Rose, I find poetry very therapeutic and scribble about everything from knickers to fridges!

I felt quite angry for a while, my hips have caused chaos, lost job, no money, apart from pain! I am a true believer that things happen for a reason and it forced me to change my whole life. I am building a little business that I would never have done before so its all good, isn't it?

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and it soooo true too ....I am a firm believer of the mind-body connection and how I "caused" the wear and tear on my hips .....  

I love your poem Kate .... thanks for the reminder -

big warm hug

renee

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Bien joué Kate, je vais mettre mon chapeau de réflexion et essayer d'en écrire un aussi, j'ai écrit un livre et quelques poèmes que je publie moi-même sur Amazon.

J'espère que tu te rétablis bien et que tu ne boites pas trop maintenant.

Merci pour l'inspiration. ian.

 

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Love it Kate 💕💕💕

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Brillant, tu m'as fait rire et tu as illuminé ma journée xx

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Thanks, Ian, I am a published author as well. Apart from a novel I have had a few poems published in some small anthology's but not I'm not very serious about it.

My first hip has healed well and I'm in for the next one in 4 weeks, whoop whoop

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Thank you

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I am not into morbid poems, I like ones that are relevant and day brightening x

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Hug back, Renee, yep, 20 years of netball and 34 years working with children aged 3&4 probably wore me out. Amazing though, a few years ago I would be looking at a life ahead in a wheelchair.

Me poor hip is hurting in this cold weather!

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Thanks Kate. That's fabulous.

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Mine too, Kate - I can't remember feeling this cold ever !!! Once I was asked by a great Heller worker (deep muscle massage) what I was so afraid of ? My body apparently was in a constant defense mode - hips were locked - it was painful when she massaged it loose, so to speak, but I was 2 inches taller when she was done --- this was 25 years ago - 

 

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Cute.. And true