I went in into the hospital
saw three doctors standing around your bed,
oxygen tanks did guard you,
outside it was night with the moon
big eyed watching the world
and I trusted you to the Lord God
who does care for all things in this world,
to hold you through pain and suffering in life,
like angels that continually brings sunshine
many nurses did time and again surround you
in the taut white delimitation of the hospital
and your suffering was to me a bittersweet thing
where death does wander along in the hallways
do try to find its place in every hospital.
© Gert Strydom
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