A short poem about the pleasure of returning home after a long period where most hours and all thoughts were spent on and in a hospital room. With thanks for the positive energy that helped us get this far.
Home
Escape into wind after weeks of sanitized air,
Natural quiet with no bleeping infusion pumps,
Beeping nurse calls, monitors, meters,
Tick, tick of small flashing lights,
Drip, drip, drip of intravenous therapy.
Home at last, garden is gorgeous,
Damp growing grass under bare toes,
Morning-scented air on sun-warmed face.
Feel summer blooming
After watching it bud from behind glass and shutters.
Home with the worst now behind us.
Home at last to unpack bags filled with chemical smelling laundry
Packs of pills, sponges, syringes,
And a growing sense of hope.
Nyborg 2017
Thank you for the comments everyone. Despite a long gap, I’m happy that someone is still reading!
Enjoy the blades between your toes.
A must, everyday of the summer months! There is still an African farm girl in there somewhere!
This is so true once living on a farm you feel the ground beneath your feet like spreading roots embracing the forest floor~~~~~ so happpy to hear your home! xxxxxx Dale & Elena
So beautifully put…
Beautiful ❤️❤️
So expressful Rilla, what you have been through, a newborne hope for the future and the richness of nature’s care as well as the beauty in our everyday life❣️
Lovely poem. Thinking of you and hoping you enjoy a peaceful loving summer!