Pain

Pain.
You make me choose today or tomorrow. 

Pain.
To function tomorrow, today I must pace 
each step, 
each stair, 
each standing moment.

Pain. 
You make me choose my job or my family. 

Say no to my big boy 
as he struggles with a new piece 
or holds his bow wrong 
or just wants to find the right piece of Lego. 

Say no to my little boy
who misses being carried
who has lost his favourite helicopter 
who just wants to play a game. 

Fail to send a birthday card
Fail to do the dishes
Fail to be grateful for the sunshine

Fail to enjoy small boy moments 
when they deserve so much more 
when it will make their day 
when it may have made mine

But would certainly break my tomorrow.

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