She Fell Again

She fell again, and so she has to stay
downstairs, although for home she’s filled with yen.
They planned to help her move today, but hey:
she fell again.

She doesn’t bless and never says amen.
We haven’t known our mom to kneel or pray.
But she complains a lot, and whines for when

the docs and staff give moving their OK.
She says she won’t approach herself till then,
but she mis-gauged the seat and found dismay:
she fell again.

(Roundel)

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