When I get home

From town

I like to put on some classical music

Vinyl, of course

Make myself a herbal tea

Snack on some seeds

Whilst completing a cryptic crossword

The Times, of course

I like to lie back

With a challenging

Yet inspirational

Piece of literature

Russian, of course

And as I drift off to sleep

In my Egyptian cotton pyjamas

I like to pretend

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I can barely meet the glances

Of my hospital corridor friends

Momentarily consoling each other

With eyes that say

‘You are here too

I understand’

But while they are here

To see their loved ones die

Or to console their friends

After an accident

I am merely lost

On the way

To the ultrasound unit

To see my new baby

For the very first time.

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