In the doctors the other day
With Bene, not yet as poorly as he was today
sat on the floor,
an old lady asked me how many children I had.
And I replied,
as I always do
“I have had six, he is number six”.
Across the room
another lady chipped in;
“Six! How did you manage that?!
My two were enough for me!”
But the first lady,
my old lady,
“I had nine, but mine are all still alive.”
And I looked at her
and she at me
And marvelled that she heard the space.
Even though there is no space for her.
So I nodded. Thank you.
Without a word.
quite by accident,
I laughed and said,
“Nine! How did you manage nine?”
And she smiled and said,
practised as I also am,
“It was fine. Lovely. You get used to it.”
And that is how we say the wrong thing at times.
Even when we know.
Even when we know better.
I'm back to making honest mistakes.
I think it means I healed but didn't improve.