Torticollis

A cycle of poems «Pediatric Orthopedics»

A twist in the neck, a head turned askew,
Torticollis' grip, a painful view.
Muscles tight, a stubborn strain,
Limiting movement, causing pain.
From birth's first cry, a subtle sign,
A head held tilted, a neck's decline.

Oh, torticollis, a challenge to bear,
A fight for comfort, a constant care.
Physical therapy, gentle touch,
Easing the tension, loving much.
Hope in the future, a brighter day,
When the head's aligned, and pain fades away.

The doctor's words, a whispered plea,
'Patience and love, the remedy.'
Stretches and exercises, a daily fight,
To regain flexibility, and make things right.
Frustration builds, when progress is slow,
But love and support, help the spirit grow.

Oh, torticollis, a challenge to bear,
A fight for comfort, a constant care.
Physical therapy, gentle touch,
Easing the tension, loving much.
Hope in the future, a brighter day,
When the head's aligned, and pain fades away.

Through tears and smiles, the journey unfolds,
Strength and resilience, as the story told.
Each tiny victory, a reason to cheer,
A head held straighter, year after year.

Oh, torticollis, a challenge to bear,
A fight for comfort, a constant care.
Physical therapy, gentle touch,
Easing the tension, loving much.
Hope in the future, a brighter day,
When the head's aligned, and pain fades away.

With time and care, the path will mend,
Torticollis' hold, will soon transcend.
A future of freedom, a life to embrace,
A smile on the face, a happy space.
Torticollis' grip, may slowly release,
Bringing comfort, joy, and inner peace.