Then there's the the nurses in blue
who always knew that we knew
that the news wasn't good.
Then there's the patient, whom jaundice
is rolling the dice for them,
sat still, long and thin
in a bed pinned to the ward
like a to do list on a cork board,
but the only job for it to do
is wait to fill out the paper work.
Then there's the family in black
who always sat back when
the funeral guidance guy visited with his hardback leather-bound funeral pack.
Then there's the sight of my father's eyes so red,
my sister's cheeks swelling up like that and
witnessing my mother bind a broken book back together again.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 11:19 AM UTC
Then there's the the nurses in blue
who always knew that we knew
that the news wasn't good.
Then there's the patient, whom jaundice
is rolling the dice for them,
sat still, long and thin
in a bed pinned to the ward
like a to do list on a cork board,
but the only job for it to do
is wait to fill out the paper work.
Then there's the family in black
who always sat back when
the funeral guidance guy visited with his hardback leather-bound funeral pack.
Then there's the sight of my father's eyes so red,
my sister's cheeks swelling up like that and
witnessing my mother bind a broken book back together again.
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