So?

The spindly boy perched on the couch.

Pale daylight lit its pale arms.

His sister must have been around,

But she was nowhere in sight.

His mother was getting him dressed.

His father would have been at work.

This was many decades ago.

When the phone rang, it was a bell

Clattering in another room.

His mother went to answer it.

While she was talking, he rolled off

The arm of the couch, to the floor,

And must have shrieked, since his mother

Came rushing back into the room,

Saw him, and sobbed with frustration.

I can’t leave you for one minute!,

But it was too late, since his leg

Had broken again when he fell.