Broken Milk Bottles

Ever since I met my hubby Tim

He says I’ve been falling over

Never any sympathy for my fall

Just that look upon his face

That unsympathetic arrogance and

Those same old words!

“You’ve been falling over

Ever since I first met you!”

Well; I’m sick of hearing that!

Can’t you just get over it?

Can’t you just be nice for a change?

And make me feel better for once?

I know I fell down those two steps

Broke those two bottles of milk

Coming out of that deli on St Bernard’s Road

All those years ago and

Lucky I didn’t cut myself too badly!

I know I fell over a lot of other times

Not that I can remember any now

But I’d like some kindness

Some sympathy for my faults

Some love and understanding!

To show me that you care!