~ Recognition ~


~ Recognition ~

You held my hair
I held your hand
And in a moment of sickness
Strangers became friends,

Spinning tales
Expounding on what was-
On years past
Until recognition surprised each:
You was the little girl
On the playground running-
Boys can be so unkind

I was the feisty little girl
With fists held high
Green eyes blazing
With a dent in my oxfords
Watching that little boy
Running with a limp
Across the playground
Screaming for his mommy

It seems fitting, you, a nurse
With the heart of a healer.

O’Prunty
9/13/2014

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