Little six year olds run.
Momma said don’t run!
You will fall!
Little six year olds run
Little six year olds fall.
Running on the gravel path,
Falling on the gravel path,
The gravel path between our cottage
And Scheinman’s country store.
Ouch! A red scraped knee!
A big red bruise!
Big red boo boo on my knee!
Momma washed it
Covered it with a red mercurochrome.
Not healing , momma covered it with iodine.
Ouch! Ouch! That brown stuff burns!
Not healing!!
Poppa came for the weekend.
A long trip from the hot city,
A long trip, heavy traffic,
Rain, thunder and lightening!
Poppa saw my boo boo
Hurried me into the car!
Hurried me through the night
Windshield back and forth, back and forth!
Heavy rain pounding the the roof!
Hurried me into the hospital
Emergency room, Montefiore Hospital.
Gangrene had set in!!
Poppa had saved his little girl’s leg.
We left the pain and infection in the hospital,
We left the boo boo in Montefiore Hospital.
Ethyl Haber
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