Pin & needles & pain…All of which wax & wane.
Depends on the day…Which one gets to play;
& how much I’ll rely on my cane.
My provider of care-tells me what needs more wear.
She must watch her health; for therein lies wealth.
She’ll be fine; with, or without, our prayer.
Even the best get sick…we fight so sick won’t stick.
We all choose a way, to stave off decay.
I’m not worried because she’s a tough chick.
L.B.Stowe 