am she who sports
knee-high boots all summer long,
collects memorable hats and lusts
after totes with wide straps—
to walk steady
over ever-present pain-pits,
hats to save my scalp
from burn and chill,
widely strapped totes
who caught all the lemons
life threw her way,
(the sour little bastards)
into soothing sips of poetry.
photo by Heather Barnes, on Unsplash
I created this poem for the coordinator of a newly formed chronic illness group
(out of my local Veterans Affairs Medical Center), who asked me
for a few pieces to use as examples in their first chronic illness and pain
management art therapy class.
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #3: A Different Interpretation, where we are asked to reinterpret a well-known saying. I used a combination of “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade” and “These boots are made for walking”.