Careful!

I have to carry myself carefully
as I did when a small child prone to tripping
carrying flowers for Grandma
held tight in both hands
all along the road, almost to the moon
it felt, admonished to be careful
continually.
Clumsy they called me, lackadaisical
cack-handed
but my feet turned in
and a treatment had been refused

I have returned to my start it seems
after a fall in the dark
and a crack to the head
this wavering shaky plod
rather than that old vivid
stumbling run
makes me clumsy again

Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond

15 thoughts on “Careful!

  1. Your childhood experiences sound like the unco-ordinations and poor reflexes our dyslexic girl showed when we first recognised her difficulties two and a half years ago. There is such a great range of them, and not necesssarily accompanying difficulties with reading or writing.

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      1. Heck !! Are you in your fifties ? Sixties ? Amazing what parents did back then ! Our dyslexic girl, now nine, was going to a specialist for tests and special exercises for balance and co-ordination for a while. May still be doing them for all I know, though the family has had a few upheavals this year, as well as the Covid91 stuff. She is much better than she was.

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            1. Appalling !! Some adults forget that one day the children they treat so badly will be adults themselves, with adult reactions. My parents did some not great things and wondered why we had little to do with them when we grew up.

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            2. everybody told me how wonderful my mother was –except the close friends who helped me set up the reception for my youngest sons Christening. They saw her in full controlling hateful flow as she didn’t like a seat covering and shouted that she would have no more to do with me and my children. Of course, she came round, but told the story to my brothers and their wives as if I had shouted and made the threats. Twenty years on, they still view me as a villain. Luckily they live a long way away , so it doesn’t really bother me anymore!

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            3. Horrible !! We got on with each other while we had to deal with our parents before and after we moved out of their home. In later years we moved apart, our perspectives of the situation changing and we are not close these days.

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  2. Oh, Kim! I was pigeon-toed too so can relate! Had to wear clunky “corrective shoes” in grade school. (This was in the 1950’s.) There were exercises too. Guess they helped some. Thing is, I was the fastest runner in school whenever we had races. Have since read that was due to being pigeon-toed. Not that being a runner was ever my goal in life… ☺…but I digress. Thank you for sharing your experience. Do be careful!

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  3. I’m pigeon toed and when I was very young had a leg iron fitted to try and correct it. It didnt last long as my protestations made everyone’s life unbearable. Later on I got a black belt and competed at judo, where staying on your feet is a constant challenge.

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