Poetry month -- Day 17 -- sort of

I thought I'd be having surgery this week; instead my mother is. Rhyming couplets tell her story.


Yesterday, around ten ‘till ten
My mom was working in her kitchen.

She was baking cookies for my brother.
Batch finished, timer pinged, and my mother

Rushed to the cookies before they burned
She grabbed the tray, and then she learned

My dad had opened the dishwasher door.
Mom and cookies fell to the floor.

The kitchen’s hard tile did much harm –
She broke two bones in her left arm.