Pick’n Up Easter Eggs

Hippidy dippidy hop, all the sudden my back felt a pop.

The egg in the grass looked like an impossible task

Because my back pain was over the top.

I came to a stop saying, “Where is my tot?”

This egg could have put me in bed, so to Sara I said,

“Honey, can you help your ol’ pop?”

With my back in a knot, I almost dropped.

Her hands held the egg so small, reaching the basket so tall.

Thankfully, my child saved the egg from rot.

Before you feel a pop or let the eggs go to rot,

Use your brain to help tame the pain.

With thought, your back will fail you not.

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Psych-Cat Poetry and Drawing by drlasich