My hip splint

Looking at my hip splint,
The key to my past,
With one quick squint,
Brings the memories fast.

A precious baby, 4 months old,
Restricted from movement and water,
No more baths, no more swimming,
Not even allowed to stand or jump.

Hard metal,
Across my back,
Red pressure marks,
And troubled sleep.

These days as I run along,
Thinking of the struggles I used to face,
Now enjoying free movement,
From the support of my hip splint.