"FALLINGS...FALLINGS...NO FALLINGS PLEASE!"


No sooner has she
mastered the art

of perambulation
than she  

discovers she
can run

and can
achieve this feat.

This she does
with a great glee.

For to run is
fun.

She runs from chair  
to table and back.

Steady...steady
as she goes.

She supremely
confident of her self.


But every now
and then she

sees her belief
waver.

Totters  too much
to the right.

Veers too much
to the left.

Could suffer
perhaps a mishap.

Somehow her voices
puts her back on track.

On an even keel.

"Fallings...fallings..
...no fallings please!"

Her words
her balance.

Then if she ever
feels herself go.

She shouts out
her mantra.

"Fallings...fallings
...no fallings please!"

She now a teenage
long legged blur

of speed showing
me a karate kick.

And somehow I
find I have become

an old man
uneasy on his pegs.

Climb the stair
gingerly step by step

with great trepidation
in case I trip.

A bruised  coccyx
a broken rib

have taught me
to beware the stair.

Ascend or descend
with exaggerated care.

And if I should oooooo
feel myself go


I call out
to my stumbling self

"Fallings...fallings
no fallings please!!!!"