Baind-Aid

Band-Aid (Poem)

Lately I notice, I am getting a cut
while slicing a cucumber or carving a pineapple
when opening a can or fixing broken equipment
my wife tells me every time to be careful
but four out of ten, I end up in the same fateful
most of time I do not tell anyone
but when I get caught, I get reminded again
“You are worse than your children”
“Nothing to worry, it happens”, I say
show the cut finger properly wrapped
a paper napkin, all that is needed.

I was cutting a pineapple last December
slicing the skin like a master woodcutter
got distracted and  finger got cut
before I could hide it, I got caught
my daughter said “Dad, I can’t believe you did it again”
she rushed to to get a band-aid and medicine
I told her not to tell her mom
else no pineapple for three months.

Last month she moved to her own apartment
empty nesters life begins again
what will I do now if I get a cut again
putting the band-aid will never be same
I promise to be careful going forward
when you visit next time, pineapple slices
will be waiting in circles and squares.

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Jan 2019

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