Now this comes with a warning .... Im crap at poetry! But heres the attempt that I made, it still needs finishing :-( Think Ill stick with sewing! My Man The day began as any other normal one, Each alarm buzz declared this one had begun. My lovely man was still asleep and not moving, No morning chat, no lunch or hot cuppa prepared. I rushed around like a demented fool, Preparing for work and grabbing a lunch snack But was feeling unsure. I left the house, thinking as I drove to work, Hoping that nothing serious was amiss But the feeling never changed. At break I rang, all seemed well but the feeling never left. The lessons passed in a whirl, the kids as usual taking up my mind, No time to think. Each lesson plan completed, The work was all consuming, But the feeling still remained. Lunchtime and a chance to ring again. The conversation was short but seemed okay But still the feeling remained. The lessons sped by in the hour, the work complete For each and every class. I counted the minutes till the final bell And gathered my things to leave the site But still the feeling remained. The weather was lovely, the drive home completed And soon the car was on our drive and I walked to the house. No cheery smile through the window greeted me And still the feeling remained. I walked in to see my lovely man Holding a cuppa in his hand. My home time brew to welcome me home But something was wrong, I could tell by his hand. The feeling welled up and my brain rushed around. A few moments confirmed the feeling was right. Something had gone desperately wrong in the night. My tea is split on the floor, the lovely man tries to walk. I look around for clues and see the computer screen Displaying the symptoms of a stroke. My world suddenly spins. The feeling was right. Something was desperately wrong. I pick up the phone. A call to the surgery begins With questions. So many questions. Has his face drooped? You what? I’ve no idea! My lovely man has a beard behind which he hides. We’re given an emergency appointment so must hurry. To see my man struggle to walk as he clings to the wall And then gets in the car. The feeling gains momentum. We arrive, the wait is lengthy. A look of relief is in my man’s eyes Because someone had finally taken control. The Doctor calls my man’s name. We go together To the consulting room. Blood pressure readings are taken But it’s not conclusive. The medical notes are consulted And the ECG results show a previous issue. But the feeling remains. The Doctor’s unsure and asks us to wait in the reception area, She makes a call to the hospital a few miles away. We wait. And wait. The feeling is still there. An hour passes as we sit and wait I play Suduko on my Kindle to pass the time While hoping for the feeling to be wrong. We’re called back to the Doctor’s room And she’s still unsure but insists the we go To the hospital to check my man out. The feeling begins to grow again. We come home to grab some things because We both know that something is wrong. I drive and we try to chat but the replies are slurred And I’m concentrating on the roads to Northampton. I hate the town, always have, it’s a family thing. We arrive and are rushed through the A&E To a cubicle and see a nurse who knows about strokes. The feeling is getting worse.
Posted on: Sat, 15 Nov 2014 23:32:09 +0000
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