attempted matricide

Stepping down, a sudden stumble –ankle2
a hole instead of my stepping-stone!?
A searing pain and down I tumble –
I think I’ve broken an ankle bone!
It’s blue and swollen past tennis ball,
and I wonder, lying here on my side,
when the doctor asks “how did you fall?”
should I reply “attempted matricide”?

When you become a parent, you constantly see sources of danger to your kids – fall hazards, crushing hazards, strangers, dogs… What it takes longer to realise – too long –  is just how dangerous the kids are to you. After 3 hours waiting in Goulburn hospital yesterday evening for x-rays (after half an hour lying in the garden waiting for someone to come home and help me up) it turns out I do not have any breaks, but a torn ligament. I am now on crutches, which I have already threated to use to beat to death the child who moved my stepping stone and keeps walking around the house whistling cheerfully!  


Filed under poem, rants

14 responses to “attempted matricide

  1. Lucky nothing was broken.
    I know the fear all too well. My children are notorious for leaving their toys all over our already slippery floors.
    I keep telling myself that if an accident does befall me, at least I can finally get some sleep.

    Keep safe 👍💚

  2. Aw I hope you get well soon! Children can be a handful no doubt. ;-;

  3. Ouch! I hope it won’t be too long you’re able to be up and about. At least you have helpers. 🙂 Nice you turned it into a poem instead of filicide!

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