Now I lay me down to sleep;
I pray the Lord my back to keep.
For I am weak without my brace
and needful of unmoving grace.
My sternum and my spine agree,
there’s very little room for me
to wander from the narrow way;
I may not stir, I must not stray.
For if I twist or turn or strain,
this causes me no little pain
and I give voice to yelps and groans,
the protest of my fractured bones.
Once down I can’t get up to pee;
a handheld urinal, that’s the key.
It’s not a problem in the dark;
so long as I don’t miss the mark.
Night by night my health improves,
which makes it easier to snooze.
To be at peace, this is God’s will;
as meted out by sleeping pill.
Calmly I recline and rest,
no turtle shell on back or breast.
Despite the hurt it’s not that grim,
for Susan’s here to tuck me in.