A Brain Storm

A BRAIN STORM Hey my dear darling appendage, My vulnerable grey matter, The necessary part of me, Since that fateful night, When a truck breezed by And bruised us badly, From my brain Right down to my pinkie toe, I praised God, For we survived, was it written, Was it meant to be, was it fate, was it all Just contrived, Yet I know now that my brain And my hand, think differently, I think (a little with my brain), But write with my soul my spirit And my heart, Perhaps that is how it should have been From the start! Entered for ‘Brainy Brevity’ poetry contest – sponsor - Maureen McGreavy