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The least of hardship was when
She broke her toe,
Age nine,
Her youngest brother
Then a mewling newborn
In her arms.
She’d been pacing
Through the night
To let Mother
Recover some.
Ever the intrepid
Elder child,
Rose missed but
A step,
Taped her toes,
And walked on
Till the morn.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Intrepid in 52 words
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Na'ama Yehuda 
Ouch! I feel for her. Intrepid indeed
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Yeah … I can see I feel for her, too … literally … 😉 (been there done that, you see… ) 😉
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🙂
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What a lovely poem for the prompt. Intrepid indeed!
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Thanks, Dale! Yep, intrepid, especially for a nine-year-old … I actually broke my toe while walking with my newborn niece in the dark living room of their house to let my sister and brother in law get some shut eye. I bumped into the leg of the couch and it was ouch-a-crunch … I breathed. I breathed. I scrunched my face. I taped the toes and went on pacing and rocking the cutie patootie. But I was an adult … I can only imagine how much fortitude it would take of a child! And yet, some are oh-so-very parentified.
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I somehow felt this was autobiographical in a sense…
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Yep, you felt correctly!!! 😉 The crunch is still in me bones, it is …
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I don’t doubt it!!
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🙂 I think we probably most of us have some ‘crunch’ memory of toe-busting … 😉
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Oh do I ever! My stomach flip-flops at the thought
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Oy … 😉 xoxo
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xoxo
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Na’ama Y’karah,
No doubt Rose will always be her little brother’s advocate. Painfully sweet.
Shalom,
Rochelle
https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/05/30/weekend-writing-prompt-intrepid/
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Thank you, Rochelle…. yes, I think she probably will. (the story behind the story in the reply to Dale’s comment below …) 😉
Off to read yours!
Na’ama
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A delightful tale. I wonder if her brother came to learn of it later in life.
Here’s mine!
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I don’t know – Rose seems to be the kind who’d just soldier on and not make much of it. However, if her mother was the kind to take note of a child’s sacrifice, perhaps she would have told her son as means to have him know his sister’s devotion. 🙂
Off to read yours!
Na’ama
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I feel for her.
Ronda
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