Ronda Larkin is a common mom with uncommon poetic perspectives.
I head out for some exercise; The day is dry and bright.
When...ouch! I feel a small sharp pain:
It's not my left foot; It's my right.
The aggravation fades, until I round the next large curve:
Again, my foot does bother me;
This pain has struck a nerve!
Not giving in to weakness, forward, I do go.
This really is disturbing!
My pace will need to slow.
I can't take this much longer! There's something I must do:
I need to sit down, on this bench...
And shake that pebble, from my shoe.