CEILING FAN HEAD TRAUMA
FOR PAYTON
I was around two years old,
And just the cutest baby you’d see.
I always had fun with my grandpa,
And he always had fun with me.
One day we were having a family get together,
At my grandma and grandpa’s house.
Their ceiling fan was on and running,
Blades turning as quiet as a mouse.
Grandpa always liked to pick me up,
And hold me way up high.
I’d laugh and giggle with glee every time,
I thought I was touching the sky.
Now grandpa picked me up that day,
While we were under the ceiling fan.
He proceeded to lift me higher,
Holding me tightly in his hands.
Grandpa had forgotten about that ceiling fan,
And people’s faces filled with dread.
A cry of alarm rang out,
When the ceiling fan hit my head.
It made a thunking sound,
Like a watermelon being hit with a bat.
A silence fell over the room,
Everyone was sure my head went splat.
But I did not cry,
Or even whimper once.
Everything checked out OK,
And grandpa felt like a dunce.
Now sometimes I get accused,
Of being brain dead.
Well if that’s true , I’ll blame my grandpa,
He’s the one who let that ceiling fan hit me in the head.
Michael D. Schafer
© February 22, 2019
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budd
I can still remember my parents clapped their hands each time I jumped from the diving board into the swimming pool with my life-saver. You know those round ones that you can just slide right underneath into the water when you aren't holding on tightly. That was just what I did after jumping down from the diving board many times. I was excited because they all cheered and clapped their hands each time I dived. On about the 5th time I must have got tired and let go of the life-saver and I went under. I remembered looking up and saw my parents and everyone jump into the pool to look for me to bring me back up because I wasn't coming back up by myself. It was a close call. We've all learned a good lesson.
Sandie
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Ron