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 :-))
Can you relate to this experience in any way?