Knees, Please

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Think of all the things you wouldn’t be able to do if you didn’t have knees!

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Knees, Please

Knees, knees, folks have knees
from Katmandu down to Belize.
In Peru, where they ride llamas,
they still have knees in their pajamas.
Further north, up where it freezes,

even Polar bears have kneezes.


Knees, knees, folks have knees
to ogle, fondle, pet and squeeze.
(It’s easy when they’re under kilts.)
Some knees on roller skates or stilts
are scabbed and scaly, skinned and sore,

but still they know what they are for.


Knees are great to bounce a baby
to kick a soccer ball, or maybe
to bend in prayer when they’re in church,
or form a perfect sort of perch
for lovelorn boys on bended knee

to ask girls, “Will you marry me?”


Knees, knees, folks have knees
In sun they burn, in snow they freeze.
Yet knees can cross and knees can knock
Knees can jog you round the block.
Knees are handy and dependable.

And aren’t we glad that knees are bendable?

 

Matin for Patella


When begging, kicking,
flower picking,
shooting marbles, playing jacks,
checking out important facts
in books that live on lower shelves,
checking under beds for elves
and asking for a loved one’s hand,
you should never, never stand.
Instead, place one bent leg or more
solidly upon the floor
and as you kneel with grace and ease,

please thank the Lord for making knees!

 

This whole sequence was inspired by the first photo of little girls in the kids’ choir that performed at our Christmas party. I then remembered these silly poems I wrote years ago…and started looking for other knee photos. One hour later, here they are!  In the meantime, someone has been knocking insistently on my gate..although it is 11:30 P.M., so I called the guardhouse and had a security car drive by. The knocking stopped right after I called and no one is out there. Dogs weren’t barking. No telling what it was…..but knuckles, not knees were involved. (Putting in my tags, I see that one has already been done for “poem about knees” so perhaps I’ve run this before. Oh well. We can all read it again if we make it that far…
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My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

27 thoughts on “Knees, Please”

    1. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

      My knees—both of them–were done in by some lotion spilled on a drugstore floor. I slipped, landed on both knees and haven’t been able to kneel since. No apologies from the big chain drugstore. They just hurried to mop up the lotion and destroy the evidence. No, it wasn’t me who had spilled the lotion.

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        1. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

          No. I was getting ready to move to Mexico. My main complaint was that no one apologized. They’d probably been told never to admit blame. I didn’t know that my knees would never recover. It wasn’t the knee cap, but the tissue right under the knees. I can’t stand to have it touched or to kneel. The joint is willing, but the flesh cries out even 18 years later.

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