Wednesday, September 02, 2009

Dawn, Mumbles Ward

It's that time of the morning
when clocks stand still
and every sound booms
around your ears like the final warning.

Norman's gone walkabout,
searching for his other half.
She was with him just a moment ago.
Where's she gone? He's desperate to know.

The nurses gather him up,
lead him back to his bed
moved from the ward
to the safety of the nurses' station,
where his hand can be held
and soft words restrain
his mind's constant wandering.

Ella would have smiled
to watch him work his charm.
He always was a bugger
for a girl in uniform.

Thanks to Mr. Ashour and his team. Thanks especially to Leslie, Boothi, Paul, Sam and all the others who took care of me. Thanks to all of you for your support. Thanks to the new friends I made on the Mumbles Ward. I'm still up and running. Long live the NHS!

1 comment:

  1. Oh Rej! what a trooper you are! So sorry to hear about the ordeal you just went through, and so glad it turned out well.

    love the poem, especially the bit about girls in uniforms! That is really sweet.

    Stay strong and beautiful!