A Body's Wish

Oh how I wish he would take care of me, we’re not getting any younger he must see. Ever since the day he learned to walk and run, we’ve gone to great lengths to have fun. Early on at the young age of three, he was climbing and fell out of a tree. Rushed to the hospital to access the harm, luckily it was only a broken arm. Then at the age of only six, yet another broken bone to fix. While playing on the roof so high, he slid off to meet the ground hard and dry. The result was not one but two broken feet, so having to use crutches was quite a treat. Because getting around was no longer something of ease, he couldn’t go as he would please. Then while playing ball at the age of eight, received a broken nose while at the plate. Several broken bones and many bruises later, he has become a sports spectator. The safety of the sideline is where he needs to be, so that he can take care of me.