Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

My dignity is damaged
Since the wheel fell off the chair
And sent me spinning backwards
With both feet up in the air.

There was that awful moment
When I knew I couldn’t stop
And wondered on which bit of me
The chair …and me… would drop.

I don’t do acrobatics
…Volunatrily… these days
The passing years and dodgy joints
Have made me mend my ways.

The wrist took most of the assault,
The hip most of the rest,
The dodgy spine did none too well…
The chair had come off best.

I lay there winded, wondering
If I should dare to move
And if I did I wondered
Just how painful it might prove.

The small dog had a panic
And ran over in alarm
To check to see I was okay
Or if I’d come to harm.

She didn’t know quite what to do,
But, glad I wasn’t…