Donald’s Bit

My Dad, Donald died nearly 3o years ago, but his words on this special day echo back as clear as if he had just said them.

For Isobel
…who didn’t find all I had written in hospital!

She sat there
Still…
In a green chair
With a torn seat
Sometimes knitting,
Sometimes talking,
Sometimes listening to music,
Or just drinking tea
But, at all times watching,
Watching that hospital bed.
Instinctively,
As a nurse, evaluating
Progression or regression,
Knowing the seriousness
Yet hoping.
The nurse in the lover,
Hoping and loving.
Then the gentle touch
Hand upon hand
Love communicated
Christ as a nurse
Christ as a wife

DMcD 1981

Perfection

Perfection
Like Love
Is experienced in the heart.
Not understood
But accepted.

Perfection
Like Love
Is a thing of much delight
Suddenly revealed
In the familiar.

Perfection
Like Love
Is felt in your soft breast
Vulnerable and warm
Beneath my hand.

DMcD 1980