Tommy Arthur and the 2 Trees (part 3)

I started walking towards the backyard gate which was just a matter of 20 or 30 feet I thought about what I'd do once I reached the house but it all played out perfectly As I climbed the steps to the back porch and slowly made my way to the kitchen just inside I see my Mom with her back to me and she's frying chicken I slowly enter and remain poised just inside the kitchen entrance after a minute or so she turns with a pan of frying breasts, wings and thighs and sees her youngest son with a fully bloodied tee shirt and blood spewing from his head a chicken wing flew past me and I believe cleared the porch other chicken parts and grease were strewn about the kitchen, dining room and hallway I was shown little sympathy for my wound and after some very intense cleaning up was taken to Dr Phillips for stitches Dr Phillips was never surprised to see me The scar remains after 45 years I returned once or twice and drove past the house and looked at those trees I had climbed so many times on that July day in 1964 I had fallen 3 stories landed head first into hard ground and walked home with no more than a cut all logic says I should have died that day but in my life logic plays a very small part

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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