CELIA'S POEMS
No 291
January 01
As we live
on three floors,
And I have
a fetish for lamps,
It is very
obvious,
We need
loads of amps.
So it’s
quite a big job,
Keeping all
my lamps aglow,
We have
more bulbs in our house,
Than you
could ever know.
We needed
one in a chandelier,
Over a
table it sat,
Geoff
suddenly decided,
Oh I’ll
just change that.
He was
standing on a chair,
But the
bulb would not come out,
So up on
the table he thought he’d get,
The worst
decision without a doubt.
It was
against my better judgement,
I said not
a good idea,
He came
crashing off the table,
Landing on
his back after hitting the chair.
As he lay
there looking ashen,
I was
nearly in tears,
Having to
go to hospital,
Was one of
my greatest fears.
But he
turned over slowly,
And got up
in a lot of pain,
I didn’t
really say this,
But I
should have said “You won’t do that again”,
After 2
days of being in pain,
And not
feeling very well,
We managed
to see an osteopath,
Didn’t
expect what he had to tell.
He has
fractured one of his ribs,
So rest and
warmth for 2 weeks,
And then it
could be 3 – 6,
Before the
vacuum I let him seek,
So here we
are, two cripples,
I’m
Florence Nightingale again,
I won’t let
him do much,
But he’ll
type, even through his pain.
It would
hurt him more not to do that,
He loves my
poems to send,
And I love
writing them,
So we’re
both happy in the end.