Barbara, Do You Think It’s “Because of the Fall?”

I plotted escape from baby chair
from quelle bore of a class my Mom taught,
while scanning my digs fell through the air
broke open my head at its soft spot,
I issued no tears mute from my scare.

Mom held me to her and resumed.. fraught;
Leaving class before end she'd not dare,
This hardly the adventure I'd sought
my thumping head welcomed Doctors care
when to an end class finally got.