Ode to my Foot

Ah to be into my 40's
to worry and complain
ponder the ailments that baffle us
to sleep with an orthotic boot at night
because my muscle can not remember how to work quite right in my foot
It seems to have forgotten
Did I let it down?
It needs to learn how to stretch out again
We wonder what we have done to our bodies as they fail us
but we have spent 20 years
hunched over
skipping breakfast
skipping lunch
dinner at 10:00 and bed after midnight
eating our 1st meal at 2:00pm
staying up late
going to work sick
not sleeping on weekends
drinking when we are sick
dringking rather than eating as we can only afford one
and we make the wrong choice for our poor body
poor lil foot
we are not uber bots
we are human
our bodies spoke to us
we did not listen
but now we have reasons
there are little bodies
they need our larger ones to care for them
feed them, love them
read to them
We make these decisions now
for the right and wrong reasons
For the love and hug and the feeling
The little hand on your arm when you are sitting near
just checking that you are there
that you love them most
Oh if I had only gone to bed at 10:00 in my 20's
so that I had more to give my 40 year old body and soul
and in return I would have more for my 6 year old
and for myself and my foot
asleep in the boot like a child in a cradle
knowing that I am there and that I will take care of it
This time I will