After Hospitalisation
The trauma’s over
Back to my own bed
Each day no longer
Self-checking that I’m not dead
Florence Nightingale no longer needed
Home service renewed once more
Gradually by gentle steps
Ensuring I don’t hit the floor
Grateful for all the kindness shown
By amateur and professional
A vast array of expertise
Their handiwork thus made credible
Now the long haul back to health
Little steps, slowly I tread
Praying for strength renewed each day
From frailty I might be led
Ken Fisher
The Lord is kind. Our bard is back barding and we, his fans, could not be more pleased. A lovely little poem which says it all, eloquently.
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There should be a ‘Love’ box. I love this. Best wishes!
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