24 October 2013

I can’t lay out tomorrow’s clothes, It’s a mystery where this RA will go. My closet is organized just right, Something for each pain I fight.

Some days I argue with elbows or knees, Some days the battle is all in my feet. No buttons or zippers when fingers are bad, Skip the tight sweaters when shoulders are sad. Most people organize clothes by the season, My mess is done for a whole nuther’ reason. I ‘layer’ to get the warmth that I need, Just kissed goodbye speed dressing with this disease. ©