If the pain that visits my body every day had a name
perhaps it would be easier to talk about it to others,
including the doctor, who nods sympathetically
and draws dogs on his prescription pad to entertain my daughter –
the under two crowd loves a good dog. I will see him again
for years, every once in a while, but the pain visits daily,
it does not ask to be fit into my busy schedule
it finds a way, and I in turn have found a way to smile
with a punch in my gut.… Read more ““Twenty-Five” by Caitlin Thomson”