That day I dreadfully discovered
that my right shoulder
had a mind of its own-
I was amazed at its ill will-
even its whisper was painful to bear-
I couldn’t say, “How dare…….”
I have to put up with
all its mischief, for the time being-
my mind is an angel…
I watch how, like a loving mother,
it makes the sick baby
do all the stretching-
the baby won’t budge
at the time of towel stretch-
but the stern mind is ever so patient,
takes its time
and then makes the babe do its job…
that the devil sloth
doesn’t appear and gobble up the mind
is my only prayer now-
Posted for my prompt @ Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Poetry about the Body