“Hop to it”

Fallin’ asleep early comes at a cost,
Forgotten lupus meds, to pop.
Woke to pain, agonizin’ to move.
Furniture clutched, difficult to stand true.
Straightened the hips and spine,
It’s not time to rewind.
Made the bed, stayed on track.
Homeschooling and exercise.
Head held high, Chickity realized…
The power of the fire she holds inside!

This poem was originally on another blog. That blog doesn’t exist anymore.