Sitting on the east bank of the Foyle
A blessing of life pouring healing
Into the bodies and the minds
Of children, women, and men -
A womb after the womb for many.
Generations have entered its doors
In the pursuit of healing, of life…
And many have departed unlike
Or in contrast to their arrival
But many have thanked, again and
Again, this womb after the womb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
as much as the hospital depends on us, ! its a business after all, we equally depend on it also.