NOTABLE EVENTS

NOTABLE EVENTS

A Poem by Betty Hermelee
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Choices....

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NOTABLE EVENTS

 

I sit in the waiting room, with all attempts to ease my mind

I view the paintings on the wall

Open my purse and close it

Retrieve a hanky, return it

T’s quite a long time before the doctor finally

Invites me into his office

He closes the door

We chat for minutes about the war’s end

And other current events

He smiles at me with clear green eyes

A pointed nose and thin lips

T’s the first time we assemble

Moments of silence while he flips some papers

He clears his throat,  has a deep voice

I open my purse to retrieve a hanky

In the event tears well up in my eyes

 

The doctor reveals after much conversation, hither and yon, that my sweetheart is alert

Yet he does not remember anything from the time he was wounded in the war until just a few days ago

He is speaking about the present and what shall transpire regarding his release

The doctor carries on about choices for my soldier

He is well enough to go back to his family in America

He could stay with me in London if we so desire

he could continue rehabilitation at one of our bases in Europe, now that it is safe enough

he adds that the patient can walk with one crutch

 

The doctor reveals  he has not spoken to my sweetheart he converses with me and obtains my position

I inquire about visiting him now and the doctor replies

That he believes it would be helpful regarding choices for both of us

I disclose that I must digest this information before I reach a decision and visit with my soldier to determine whether he recognizes me

Which I believe is going to be tricky

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


© 2025 Betty Hermelee


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The young lady's saga continues. In a conversation with her wounded boyfriend's doctor she finds that he has no recall of events from the time of his injury until a few days past. He is also ready for discharge, and the doctor wants to know about where he will stay. She asks for time to think about it, wondering if he will remember her. Unspoken is how he might react to her pregnancy. Indeed, she has much to think about.

Posted 6 Months Ago


Betty Hermelee

6 Months Ago

indeed and it gets more complicated… thank you my friend for your amazing support!
warmly, .. read more
I do alot of behavioral health work, and have several certifications in the matter, and I must say...I have never seen anything as cruel as diseases like dementia and PTSD. They are positively horrid diseases, robbing the afflicted of things as precious as memories and facial recognition. Its positively awful! I feel for the woman in this poem on a personal level, because I know the choices that are to come are not going to be even close to easy ones. My heart goes out to her, thank you for sharing.

Posted 6 Months Ago


Betty Hermelee

6 Months Ago

Thank you for your understanding and sympathy for the protagonist....keep reading...
Warmly, .. read more
That doctor sounds divine. I hope everything falls into place for her and her soldier. I'm keenly following this story. ❤️

Posted 6 Months Ago


Betty Hermelee

6 Months Ago

Thank you my dear friend, love your support!🌷🌷🌷
Warmly
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Betty Hermelee

6 Months Ago

You’re gone? Why? Send me a message
I miss you🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷
DIVYA

6 Months Ago

Dear Betty,
I had been gone for about a week. I was shifting my stuff to another city. But I'.. read more
That is something I can not even imagine going through. How would you even approach someone who does not even recognize you?

Posted 6 Months Ago


Betty Hermelee

6 Months Ago

it happens, especially when someone is wounded in a war…. it is terrifying for the loved one…. t.. read more

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Added on June 27, 2025
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Betty Hermelee
Betty Hermelee

Black Mountain, NC



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My love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..