The Bike Ride

When I was a child, I had a horrible experience.
I was racing on a bike, against a little boy,
And my front tire hit his back tire,
And it caused me to turn two flips on the bike.
When I landed, my face hit the pavement,
And my wrist was twisted.
I had a chipped tooth, a swollen and bloody lip,
And my wrist was crushed.
My pinky finger and my wrist bone
Were completely out of place.
My friends had to fasten a belt
Around my neck and under my arm
To help me hold it up because I couldn’t feel a thing.
From there, I was taken to the hospital
And put to sleep to have surgery.
As I woke up, I noticed a cast on my arm
Going from my fingertips up to my shoulder,
And was now in so much pain.
At the last part, while healing, I had to use a coat hanger
To scratch the aggravating itching.

Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: TW challenging me to write about childhood experiences.


A family…
is something to call your own.
Someone there to care for you.
You’re never there alone.
Yet somehow, when you need some time
they give you the world,
then return to shelter you with love,
more precious, a gift, than pearls.
The best thing yet to do,
is to marry and have some kids.
For having a family of your own,
that is what this is.

9-22-89 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)

Our Parental Father

Many times in our world
we are discouraged in helping our kids,
especially if they’re grown up
or even have their own kids.
Yet God is our example
in how he’s always there for us.
His love is giving and patient,
as well as good and just.
There is a need to grow and learn,
and a pleasure in seeing fruit,
but God is a parent who knows
we are always seeking the truth.
He also knows that though we learn,
we still are able to fail,
and just like a sympathetic father,
he longs to make us feel well.
Don’t give up on your kids,
and give them all you can.
God never gives up on us,
and walks us hand in hand.

4-28-12 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)