Opps he did it again

My Dad did it again. A week and a half at home and he falls. Dislocating the hip again!

Popped for a second time
Hanging on the farm gate
Pain unbearable

Cussing, ripened fruit
Held up by Bro
Dropping ever so slowly

An old gold bruise
Now blackened
Mind fuddled even more now

Time to make changes
Can it be done?
Not without your consent

Grey storms scudding
when you arrive home
Words tinged with hate

Its not us
Its you
You will know we love you

But please
heed the words
Follow Instructions

Sit and enjoy
your old age
Share your time with us!