Life’s Bumps
By Amy Carothers
Such a tiny little thing almost could be ignored
Fighting its way to the surface more of a bothersome than a sore
Wouldn’t even have noticed except a blackish bruise
Now the waiting begins, to find out the news
The unknown is fleeting more than ever before
How could such a small thing become impossible to ignore
Settling in the back of my mind making me question
Life’s oddities and my future’s direction
Family history has always been important to me
But this tie to my past, I’d rather not see
Banding together the women in my family tree
What leaf will be unturned, what will the future be?
Thanksgiving is a time of hope and health
Never more, do I want that for myself
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