The Dropsies

Before MS when I dropped something I would just lean down and pick it up. Now I stare at it a bit contemplating if I really need it anymore. It reminds me of those awkward moments shopping in a store when you drop something and you can’t put it back properly while the sales clerk gives you the snake eye. Oh the humility of it all. I wrote this little poem for my-husband:

I dropped it

and you picked it up

I dropped it

and you picked it up

I dropped it again

and you picked it up

How blessed am I to have someone to pick it up over and over again

I am Loved