The Torturer

by Teri Couture copyright®2006

(Written for my friend John as I watched him go through physical therapy)

Here she comes again
New tortures for my friend
She brings him so much pain
And turns his sunshine into rain.

Stretching, pulling, twisting arms
Bring grimaces to his face
As she tries to get those stubborn bones
To find their rightful place.

Some day, it will all be over
And he will change his frown
He’ll be able to move his arm
Sideways, up and down.

The torturer will sigh
And say, “I knew you could.”
And then my friend will smile
And say, “God meant it for good!”