The lovely Marian, who is partly responsible for running this marvellous nursing centre, challenged me to write a poem about this…so here it is!

I am, at present, in a nursing home

Quite by choice, you understand,

I’m doing physio, on my own

Feeling better, feeling grand!

And I have learned a great new word…

That makes one gasp with great surprise,

The reverse trendelenburg!*

A name you’d link with World War spies….

But it’s a term used to describe

A position, as if in a chair,

The only problem is that I’m

Six feet up, yes, in the air!

This brings with it certain dread.

And carers have me bang to rights,

‘Cos this manoeuvre’s in a bed…

And I simply have no head for heights!

(*Huzzah! I didn’t even think I’d find a half rhyme for that!)