Tibial Torsion

A cycle of poems «Pediatric Orthopedics»

Little legs, they twist and turn,
A curious angle, a lesson to learn.
Tibial torsion, a funny name,
For bones that bend in a playful game.
In-toeing gait, a pigeon-toed stride,
A quirky walk, nowhere to hide.
Is it a worry, a cause for alarm?
Just a phase, a developing charm?

Tibial torsion, a twist of the shin,
A common curve, where the journey begins.
Growing and changing, bones shift and sway,
With time and patience, it fades away.
No need to fret, no need to fear,
Your little one's legs, are perfectly clear.

Doctors and parents, they watch and they wait,
For the angles to straighten, seal little fate.
Stretches and exercises, a gentle embrace,
To guide the bones, into a proper place.
Shoes and orthotics, a helping hand,
To nurture the growth, across the land.
Patience is key, a loving touch,
The body's design, we trust so much.

Tibial torsion, a twist of the shin,
A common curve, where the journey begins.
Growing and changing, bones shift and sway,
With time and patience, it fades away.
No need to fret, no need to fear,
Your little one's legs, are perfectly clear.

Don't let the diagnosis, weigh you down,
It's just a chapter, in a growing crown.
Embrace the quirk, the unique design,
A little twist, a beautiful sign.

Tibial torsion, a twist of the shin,
A common curve, where the journey begins.
Growing and changing, bones shift and sway,
With time and patience, it fades away.
No need to fret, no need to fear,
Your little one's legs, are perfectly clear.

So let them run, let them leap and play,
Tibial torsion, will fade away.
Strong and healthy, they'll grow and thrive,
With legs that bend, and spirits alive.