The last hospital stay
After the surgery, I was flat on my back and not
allowed to move an assistant - nurse came to feed me.
A stern looking woman older than the others
soup she fed me, open your mouth wide she said, I did
and her eyes softened her figure became motherly she
scolded me gently when spilling soup on the nib.
When I didn`t want any more soup, she said I had to
to eat it all. I felt drawn to here as a baby to her
mother it was a beautiful moment; she tucked me in and I fell asleep.
Then it was morning, and I was allowed to sit up and
later stand up I looked out the window a football pitch
the players’ red and yellow shirts it looked like mating
ritual, the one who scored the most goals, get the sexiest
girl, that`s ok, but I got to be a baby and remember it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful write as also the post surgery experience in hospital. A mother resides in every woman and she comes out occasionally for some one in distress. The frequency of such nature is no doubt many fold among nurses who trat their patients in hospitals as children. Thanks for sharing.10 points.