Make haste, make haste!
Grandma kept saying.
A stitch in time saves nine!
She reiterated.
And I kept ignoring,
Not trying to understand.
Her imploring words to make haste,
Were but a sign.
Now I understand,
Quite literally, I say.
That little hole in my pants,
Just turned into one major tear.
I now need fifty stitches plus more,
Not even nine will suffice.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha