Intensive Care

Intensive Care

A Poem by Phill Oz O'fee
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Praying for my mother's full recovery at this time ….

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Intensive Care



Electrocardiogram

Clicks rhythms

In tune with sound drops

Of a saline drip

And all around

Sterilised scented smells

From disinfected tiles

Fill the intensive care unit


Time travels

In seemingly slow moments

From one laboured inhale

To exhaled warm breathe

Monitored intently

By medical experts

Of professional personnel

Trained for such occasion


In their hands

We place our trust

To administer treatment

With modern remedies

In hopeful confidence

Of relief or full recovery

To the suffering

Of the one’s we love


Copyright @ Phillozofee 2018

© 2018 Phill Oz O'fee


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I pray for your mom's recovery from the core of my heart Phill....
I know how it feels when you see you mom sick and when you're left with only hopes at doctors and God....not even a bit of calmness knocks at the door of the heart at that time...only impatience to see mom getting well.....
Almighty's grace be upon you mom and you dear...she may get well sooner💐

Posted 5 Years Ago


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I pray for your mom's recovery from the core of my heart Phill....
I know how it feels when you see you mom sick and when you're left with only hopes at doctors and God....not even a bit of calmness knocks at the door of the heart at that time...only impatience to see mom getting well.....
Almighty's grace be upon you mom and you dear...she may get well sooner💐

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Always in my prayers......have faith...
Healing will come....
(Hugs)

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Phill Oz O'fee
Phill Oz O'fee

Winchester, Hampshire, England, United Kingdom



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