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A Day Out/In. By CpSingleton © 2016
Mary sat, painfully, in the hard
Chair. Because hospital beds
Were too lumpy, she said. It did
Also give her a better view
Of those other folk who
Constantly came and went.
The bay’s beds were full of
Similarly tired looking ladies in
Different states of ill-health.
Mary’s symptoms were
More from old age and Stubbornness than life threatening.
Saline feed in right arm to
Combat the high potassium,
Round plasters on the left.
“I think they were playing
Darts on me,’ she whispered,
As if not to encourage more pricks.
Every few minutes she would
Set the drip machine into
Its migraine inducing alarm
By the merest act of
Bending her cheddar cheese arm.
She would then tut quietly at it.
Within the vacuum of noisy silence
On the ward she was lulled
Into performing impressions
Of a nodding donkey: tired
Smiles offered at the return of
Each gentle flop of her soft head.
“It’s meant to be,’ she stated later,
Pointing to the far wall.
“The paintwork matches
My purple dressing gown,”
She told me with an odd,
Resigned shrug of frail shoulders.