A Fine Morning

On this fine morning
she was excited to be standing
out by her fence where I
rarely saw her, only occasionally
seeing her in her conservatory
as I passed by on my way
to the local supermaket.

Her caregiver had arrived early
that morning to help her out
of bed, to shower, to dress.
Now ready for the day she
felt energised, walked out
of her conservatory, across
the grass, over to the fence.

She spoke happily, excitedly
enjoying outside air, sunshine.
Visitors go to her conservatory,
elderly friends, middle aged
children, teen aged grandchildren.
She wants more company still.

Visitors help her forget how
her body devours itself,
cancer tentacles through
her lungs, kidneys, turns
her spine to honeycomb.

Her voice is husky
she gasps for breath
in spite of the tube
taking air to her nose.

Her mind is sharp and clear.

A Fine Morning

9 thoughts on “A Fine Morning

  1. Ah. It’s hard to see someone suffer, isn’t it? I knew a lady with MS, I think, and she loved God. Her face radiated such joy, I could hardly fathom it. She’d been my neighbor when I was a teenager and she was a mom. Then, she was elderly and in a nursing home. Life is filled with conundrums at times. I’m glad this is not our forever home. Such writing that sparks our thoughts you give us.

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    1. Thank you. This lady lives a few doors along our road. Sometimes there is no one to be seen for a few days and I wonder if this is it. Then she appears again. It is a long drawn out business.


      1. Hard to fathom. I knew a young lady who began to work for my husband’s boss years ago. She got hit with cancer and we’d visit her. She’d be in the bathroom, vomiting, and my heart would break for her. The boss paid her for years as she fought for her life. We moved and later found that she had gotten married. I assume this means she recovered. What grit she possessed.

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