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(sequel to Confusion)
It’s happened again,
another fall, suddenly,
the time, appointments
my mind racing ……
ha..
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Remembering our wonderful care workers.
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To my right
clinical sterile,
a hospital ward,
beeps, buzzer alerts,
busy hallways,
the clatter of gurney wheels,
chatter of voices..
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I wrote this eighteen months ago, at a time we faced horrendous fire condition. I wrote it of the loss of three American airmen.
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A poem written to a family member, who'd borrowed a book of mine. You know the story. Enjoy!
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I
remember the day so clearly,
she
came into my hospital room,
sitting
on the bed she asked,
“How
important is walking to you?&rdqu..
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I have a friend who is an artist and will enter his work in an upcoming art show. I was asked to write a piece to be mounted alongside. What an honour..
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he sees the shirt she made
(years since it’s fitted, but
the colours, the feeling)
the green bottle sitting on
the dr..
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I remember it from when I was a child,
t'was there my naive mind ran wild,
in the corner and painted green,
the brightest shade you’d ever..
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Reflecting on my handicap, my family and family love, especially my parents.. Forms part of a bigger project, 'Journey', a collection of poetry I want..
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