Would you just be looking at those flowers?

Wheeled along by a nurse, 

the limp girl in the garden

must be in her twenties, 

with someone’s clothes,

someone’s hair-style; 

her heels, institution-red;

her feet, at unnatural angles, 

half-dibbled into slippers

sliding off the foot-rest. 

I sense she does not have

much longer to live, 

parked, as she now is,

at a bed of sprightly daffodils; 

defenceless, as she now is,

against such a caring act of cruelty.

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Reviews

[Beccy]

We must always count our blessings; so often we take such for granted.


Beccy.

[Beccy]

'A caring act of cruelty.'

I'm not quite sure how it happened, but half way through, tears just sprang to my eyes, and I had to pause, could hardly see the keyboard.

How sad the subject and yet how beautifully compelling the words.

Beccy.

[Gerald Parker]

Thanks, Beccy. A sad sight of which there are many in the gardens in front of the National Neurological Hospital, London - mostly stroke and brain tumour patients.

[MadalaJose]

Wow! the irony in this poem is amazing. good work

[Gerald Parker]

Thanks, MadalaJose.