I and my broken arm
went walking with my family.
My father tripped and stumbled past me
in a shambling dive.
My weak arm lunged to steady him,
but my strong arm pulled it back
to save it from further injury.
My sister and her daughters clutched him,
saved him from a face-grazing collapse:
he merely scraped his knee.
But I withdrew in agony,
my fracture wrenched by my own arms.
The pain went deep and lasted long.
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