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sterile (i am not)

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.

guilty pleasures

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raypool

Fri 7th Aug 2015 21:43

A fine work Stu. Hospitals have a life of their own and a sort of terrible inevitability exists in them; they deserve all our support and I for one fear them . Your poem gives the game away and moves those goal posts I feel.
I love the line "I am lost." That seems to me to sum up the dream like quality of hospitals.

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