My Lobster Claws

My hands are like lobster claws                                                                                         Just one of my latest flaws                                                                                              I can't pick up, hold onto, or grab                                                                                  That's why I've become such a crab

Because of the things I use to do                                                                                          I tell my oldest daughter                                                                                                         Like the ocean color I'm feeling blue                                                                                I now am a fish out of water

Still I have so many blessings                                                                                           like the white sands near the sea                                                                              Someday, I'm gonna be back                                                                                        To the young person I use to be
Author Eileen Clark

This was one of the first poems I wrote, I have rheumatoid arthritis.

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