Altitude Anguish
A Sickling Tale of Horror
My son, my dear boy, with Welsh and Spain blood
Went on a ski trip. What could be more fun?
But little did I know, my heart would ache
Altitude sickness was all it would take
He flew from Texas to Colorado's peak
With coworkers in tow, who couldn't be more chic
Feasted on mountain food. What a treat!
But his blood in full sickling mode, can't be beat
That night he blamed dinner with a shrug and a grin
But the next morning, he was rushed to the ER with a spin
Turns out, a splenic infarct was all it would take
An occlusion on his spleen, for my heart to break
Anemia due to sickling cells. Oh, what a laugh
A result of a trait, what a silly gaffe
But through it all, he's smiling with grace
My brave boy, with a smile on his face
So here's to my son, with a heart full of gold
Who proves time and time again, he's bold
With a mother's love, I'll always be there
But next time, choose a trip with low-altitude air!
About the Creator
Avery Meadows
I'm a North American author who writes alien romance stories about sassy, strong women and alpha men. You can read more episodes of this story on Radish and Kindle Vella. :)
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