The Childproof Cap

It isn’t just the way my fingers bruise –
the slightest bump will mark my skin – a key
that’s stubborn twisting will abuse –
but too I note their strength abandons me.
I’ve trouble turning caps. So please excuse
my teaching what he wasn’t meant to see.
He watched me work to open vitamins,
and now your son’s empowerment begins.

(Ottava Rima)

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