Physically Challenged

I understand.
My methods to teach,
Are not acceptable.

But your honor...
All I asked my son to do,
Was to use the broom...
To sweep with it.

He then told me...
'If you know how to use it,
Do it!
You're not physically challenged! '
And he was right.

Both of us have learned 'something'
From this embarrassment.

And I am guilty for teaching him a lesson,
He will never forget.

Hopefully he will recover,
For the injuries received as he ran from me...
To get hit by that car.

He would have healed quicker,
If he had stayed still to get hit in the head...
By the broomstick!
Now he's laid up in the hospital.
And I'm sentenced to sit in a cell,
Wishing I did not yell...
But knocked him out instead!

With a thinking process quickly implemented.
Saving us both from such pain.
Even though remorse has been gained from this.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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