The Last Hospital Stay - Poem by Oskar Hansen
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.
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