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There

We really should have read the signs:

the glass paned door, like afterthought,

the rare-used tarmac covered path

the corridor from A to B,

for those intent on getting there.


The Sister took us,

a warder to defend her cause,

too much gabble, knowing all,

compassion as a gossamer.


We lapped it up as puppies might,

for She was god-like, trusted here,

and we of other disciplines,

not rude enough as others, right.


Mum gobbled at our offered sponge,

her blistered tongue dehydrate clue,

but, unattuned to obvious,

we trusted Trust, as taught to do,

for She mature, blue uniformed.


I dare not let my mind go there -

this verse creeps twenty five years on -

that dark place where our mother’s care

was in the hands of hurried staff,

the nurse we should have harried there -

removed her from those clutches, dare

to bring her home with us, there, then.


We look back, incredulity,

but no one questioned medics then;

though shocked, but trained in courtesy,

we left, her at their mercy, there.

A curse which I have borne since then.

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Rose Donaldson
2023年10月25日

Wow! This resonates with me and I think is a too common occurrence. Never feel guilty. We do our best.

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Alison Blevins
Alison Blevins
2023年10月23日

I feel your pain in this one Stephen, having had a similar experience with my dad. Thank you for sharing so emotively.

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Dawson Stafford
Dawson Stafford
2023年10月23日

WOW! deep and dark, A brave man to expose such a burden!

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未知的會員
2023年10月17日

Oh, Stephen this is so well written and deeply moving. Thank you for sharing

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