Sunday reflections on a tough seven weeks

Oh my word, it’s another rhyme! I am finding writing this way suitable for portraying recent events…

 

Care homes, hospitals, seven weeks of much despair,

Love, hope and strength abound as I pulled at my own hair

I’d given that habit up long ago, recent stress has brought it back on,

But, as things are sorted, day by day, and one by single one

I finally see things clearly now, not through foggy lensed glasses

Everyone calms, even mum, as each and every day passes

Social workers, the discharge team, they are keen to get mum out the ward

It’s no surprise, in a hospital, and mum’s recovery, it’s not untoward

But they could have done better, I had to complain, it’s like being in a fast race

To get mum a new home in a day or two, I couldn’t keep up with the pace

But, I’ve found a place for my mum to rest for six weeks; it’s not very long

But we’ll see how she feels, all settled in; I hope all her fears will be gone

After that, who knows what will be, it will all become very clear

But all I know is, that very soon, I will have my mum very near

Broken bones and ribs shattered, lithium toxicity; she fought them all off

 

In the last seven weeks since her fall down the stairs, even through sepsis, she proved she is tough

Age doesn’t matter, she’s eighty years old, she’s been through enough in her life

Four children, Schizophrenia, psych hospitals, and plenty of trouble and strife

Walking on eggshells is normal for us; it’s what we have all always done

Watching what we say, or do, or how we act, around our sensitive mum

But nonetheless, I appreciate her so, for she bore me out of her belly

So, when she’s out of hospital, into her new home, I hope we will all be merry

Days out will be good, at Costa’s in town, my mum’s always loved the shops

Zimmer frame or wheelchair, whatever it takes, I still love my mummy a lot 🙂 xxx

(Thanks to my middle brother too, for helping me sort things out the past couple of weeks :-))