Yesterday we were ‘a-screwing’,
“Who were? ” ~ I hear you say,
Marianna, my carer and I,
A-screwing a flat-pack, last Thursday.
For I had bought two trolleys,
To take items off the floor,
To put items in reach of my wheelchair,
Could I ask for more?
Now my items are within my reach,
At a height to aid my grasp,
For I am an amputee in a wheelchair
Living alone ~ with none to ask.
Marianna, I see you four days a week,
For only six and a half hours, that is,
The rest of the time I am on my own,
With hobbies that keep me a-biz.
I bide my time doing laundry,
Making meals and shopping too,
Going out in my Powerchair,
Writing Poetry for you all to view.
Copyright [c] Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] – 29 May 2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem