The exercise:
Write a four line poem that has something to do with being: on the edge.
Miles' slow crawl towards recovery continues, as he's showed more signs of his usual self the last two days. Before snuggling up for a family movie night in our bed this evening he, quite out of nowhere, said he wanted hot chocolate.
So I made him hot chocolate, because him showing interest in any sort of food or drink is a win these days.
2 comments:
I was expecting to learn that you were all out of hot chocolate so you made him a cup of Bovril and told him it was grown-up chocolate :-D It sounds like that was a turning point for his illness then!
On the edge
They’re raised from the dead; that took some nerve!
They’re garrulous too and they talk about gods
And how to live life on the edge of a curve,
Racing with Time until he nods off.
Greg - well, that would have been the backup plan...
And yes, that was definitely the biggest positive sign of progress we'd had to that point.
Ooh, quite like the two new lines you've introduced here. Looking forward to seeing how they play out in the following week!
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