Della Perry

Gold Star - 4,907 Points (Kingswinford)

Wordsley Hospital R.I.P - Poem by Della Perry

The hospital has passed on to
Rubble and ruin, gone the clinical clean
Corridors and baby units,
No more children of the future proudly saying,
'I was born in Wordsley Hospital! '
Pregnant ladies are now crammed into
Russells Hall; like suckling sows on farms,
While first time buyers houses occupy
Where once crying babies suckled.
With perfect shrubbery and crazy paved driveways.
Clinical white windows and solid wooden doors
Fitted kitchens and tiled floors.
And no signs of life, for no-one round here can afford to buy.
No sounds of children, for no-one can afford to start a family these days.
Meanwhile local schools close too,
The Public Houses where father's wetted their child's head shut,
Boarded up with wood,
And a ghost town emerges from the rubble
Where once generation after generation of Black Country fellows grew.

Topic(s) of this poem: history


Poet's Notes about The Poem

The maternity hospital where most of us in this area were born has been changed into a new housing estate.But no-one can afford to buy as unemployment is at a high.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 19, 2015



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