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.<\/p>\n
For Isobel<\/strong> DMcD 1981<\/em><\/p>\n Perfection<\/strong><\/p>\n Perfection Perfection Perfection DMcD 1980<\/em><\/p>\n 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 \u2026who didn\u2019t find all I had written in hospital! She sat there … Continue reading
\n\u2026who didn\u2019t find all I had written in hospital!
\n<\/em>
\nShe sat there
\nStill\u2026
\nIn a green chair
\nWith a torn seat
\nSometimes knitting,
\nSometimes talking,
\nSometimes listening to music,
\nOr just drinking tea
\nBut, at all times watching,
\nWatching that hospital bed.
\nInstinctively,
\nAs a nurse, evaluating
\nProgression or regression,
\nKnowing the seriousness
\nYet hoping.
\nThe nurse in the lover,
\nHoping and loving.
\nThen the gentle touch
\nHand upon hand
\nLove communicated
\nChrist as a nurse
\nChrist as a wife<\/p>\n
\nLike Love
\nIs experienced in the heart.
\nNot understood
\nBut accepted.<\/p>\n
\nLike Love
\nIs a thing of much delight
\nSuddenly revealed
\nIn the familiar.<\/p>\n
\nLike Love
\nIs felt in your soft breast
\nVulnerable and warm
\nBeneath my hand.<\/p>\n
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