10 000 Steps

One step, two steps, three steps or more

I’ve made it out of bed and to the bathroom door –

Counting now to twenty and up to thirty-eight

Waking up to walk this ‘morn and hoping I won’t be late –

One hundred, two hundred, three hundred more

Stretching out my tendons – which I should have done before –

The GPS keeps tally of the direction that we take

The smell of skunk is pungent and forces us awake –

A thousand quiet footsteps lead us underneath the stars

Orian shines quite clearly, though the drivers in their cars-

Pay no heed to the beauty laying right before their eyes

Their minds are stuck on other things, no matter how he tries-

“He said this” and “she said that” and “What would you have done”?

A thousand hurtful feelings with their conscience on the run –

Brothers, sisters, mothers, and fathers, girls, and boys

All fighting over something and with emotions toy –

Five thousand and still climbing while in the final stretch

In the park we throw a stick and tell “Jazzy” to go fetch –

A stick that was still laying on the ground from yesterday

Our dog appears delighted – “fetching”  – is easy to obey –

Step class was not easy as the teacher is fit

Seven thousand and still counting – think I’ll rest a bit –

Coming home was easy as it’s downhill all the way

I have so much time to think about what to do today –

Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz goes the counter on my watch

I’ve reach 10 000 steps – there’s  another notch!

10 000 steps and counting and plenty more to see

But to step and not to listen is to be too fancy-free –

I hear the sadness in her words, the sorrow in his voice

They sit apart in angry fear of having made a choice, that –

Offended one another, yet each other they still do love

One kind word of forgiveness – oh could they rise above?

The fight, the hurt, the prideful history

One kind word to each – would set the other free –

11, 000, 12, 000, and finally I am home

I’ve landed safely at my door and find myself alone –

A few more steps to the kitchen I take and I can see

The dishes that are piled high and I buckle in my knee –

10 000 steps have taken me to Tiffin, Emms, and more

Once again I find my way to that bathroom door –

A rest, I think, would do me fine – a few more steps I take

My watch comes off my wrist for now – it’s time to take a break!

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About inmycorner

This blog began as an opportunity to tell my Dad's stories. I sat with him and the computer and together we told stories. It was a wonderful way to get to know Dad. He was 9. He and Mom had a wonderful life together and since she passed away a year and a half before him - Dad was ready to join her. I no longer tell his stories but have found stories of my own. The impetus to resume this blog was the discovery that I had stage 4 ovarian cancer. Since blogging had been so therapeutic for my dad and I to get through our grief, I felt maybe this would be a good outlet to process my situation. I also hoped it may serve as an outreach to anyone else who is facing this very ominous journey. So far, so good.
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3 Responses to 10 000 Steps

  1. Gwen K says:

    Certainly you’ve earned a rest.

  2. Encore !! Encore!!!! 🙂

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