An ache in my arm arrived on Thursday,
I thought Arthur Itis had come to stay.
By 1am it was hurting like hell,
Painkillers I took didn't make me well.
By 7am, of the pain, I'd had enough,
Where pain's concerned, I ain't so tough.
A trip to the hospital was my next stroke,
The X-rays confirmed that my wrist was broke.
How it happened I do not know,
I only wanted the pain to go.
The X-rays revealed a mystery,
Breaks in my arm they showed up three!
In a sense, I am glad this happened to me,
For the experience had made me see,
What a defenceless child sometimes went through,
Behind closed doors and hidden from view.
I ask that you, vigilant be,
Next time a crying child you see.
Is it just crocodile tears being shed,
Or has that child been beaten instead.
I pray that each time there is nothing to see,
Just an impatient child hungry for tea.
My pain was real and made me see,
For broken children I would vigilant be.
© Dave Timperley 2012.