A SPECIAL VISITA Poem by Betty Hermeleeand so it goes....I awaken feeling clammy and with headache the day is finally here I shall visit my soldier, long awaited special day t’s early, I decide to bathe to deep cleanse myself important to smell delicious for him excited and scared, I make the water very hot pour in some bubbles and try to relax for a while
I cannot relax! I dry off, put on my lounging gown and make some tea then I pace the room all the while to determine what to say to my love, and at long last I know
I am dressed and ready for my cab to take me to the hospital my anxiety level reaches to the tree tops and I can view the sun peep through t’s a bright day, if only my mood mimics I have rehearsed all my words yet in my agitation, I may well draw a blank shops and people wiz by as we near the hospital I have not had time to do some shopping in these enticing shops along the way too much preparation for other important matters we pass so many stunning churches the architecture brings a smile to my lips
At once, we pull up to the hospital my hands shake as I try to pull out some money for the driver must clear my throat a few times to thank him there are many steps up to the entrance massive building I shall say the space inside is quite antiseptic, looks new I inquire where my soldier’s room is located the receptionist tells me to wait one moment my heart flutters like a humming bird I apprise her of his name she reveals that it is on the seventh floor war casualties ward I flinch when I hear that name my mind’s picture is frightening
I step out of the newly installed elevator with tremble a nurse inquires of my presence I provide a name and my relationship she leads me to his room all the while I sense a weakness in my legs she opens the door and there are two beds I can barely recognize who is who she leads me to his bed
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12 Reviews Added on June 19, 2024 Last Updated on June 19, 2024 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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