There was commotion
coming from the dining room;
loud voices, shouting,
banging of cutlery.
Sister Bridget paused
her recital of the rosary;
listened and frowned.
Grabbing the hand bell
she left her room
and walked
to the dining room.
The two sisters
were trying
to restore order
and silence.
Sister Bridget rang
the hand bell loudly
and the disturbance stopped.
What is going on here?
She asked.
Anne has been
most rude to the cook,
Sister Bridget,
one of the nuns said.
Eyes turned to Anne
who sat on a chair
against the wall,
Benny sat next to her
eating his rice pudding.
The cook, Mrs Rooke,
stood red-faced
behind the serving hatch.
Well, Anne?
Sister Bridget said,
standing in front of Anne.
Yes, thank you,
Anne replied.
What was said?
One of the nuns
whispered in to her ear.
Anne follow me
to my room,
Sister Bridget said.
I want the Kid
with me,
Anne said.
Just you,
the nun said,
NOW.
The room went silent;
eyes turned
from the nun to Anne.
Anne raised her eyebrows:
temper, temper, Sister.
The nun released
a deep sigh:
please Anne,
I need to talk
with you in private.
Anne grabbed
her crutches
and pulling herself up,
and followed the nun
from the dining room,
poking out her tongue
at the cook.
Benny watched
Anne go,
her one leg
swinging to and fro.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 3:52 PM UTC
There was commotion
coming from the dining room;
loud voices, shouting,
banging of cutlery.
Sister Bridget paused
her recital of the rosary;
listened and frowned.
Grabbing the hand bell
she left her room
and walked
to the dining room.
The two sisters
were trying
to restore order
and silence.
Sister Bridget rang
the hand bell loudly
and the disturbance stopped.
What is going on here?
She asked.
Anne has been
most rude to the cook,
Sister Bridget,
one of the nuns said.
Eyes turned to Anne
who sat on a chair
against the wall,
Benny sat next to her
eating his rice pudding.
The cook, Mrs Rooke,
stood red-faced
behind the serving hatch.
Well, Anne?
Sister Bridget said,
standing in front of Anne.
Yes, thank you,
Anne replied.
What was said?
One of the nuns
whispered in to her ear.
Anne follow me
to my room,
Sister Bridget said.
I want the Kid
with me,
Anne said.
Just you,
the nun said,
NOW.
The room went silent;
eyes turned
from the nun to Anne.
Anne raised her eyebrows:
temper, temper, Sister.
The nun released
a deep sigh:
please Anne,
I need to talk
with you in private.
Anne grabbed
her crutches
and pulling herself up,
and followed the nun
from the dining room,
poking out her tongue
at the cook.
Benny watched
Anne go,
her one leg
swinging to and fro.
Anne cause commotion in a nursing home in 1959
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