White Walls, Bright Lights

A place of death and a place for life.

White Walls, Bright Lights

 

I first saw the white walls

And bright lights

As a boy

Visiting my grandfather

The big German

Fighting the bigger C

I remember the bright lights

Hurting my eyes

Blinding

Scorching

In a place that kept death’s door

Wide open

He was gone

 

I remember the bright lights

And white walls

In the hospital

Alone

Over night

My leg cut open

The pain so harsh

My teeth chattered

Fear

Loneness

Loom over me

 

I remember bright lights

And white walls

In the hallway

Hearing the maternal scream

And the blissful cries of new angels

 

Waiting for my daughter

I think she’ll be here

Around 2:00 o’clock

 

So they say

Author's Note

Wrote this the day of my daughters birth....

Reviews

[Seshat Nidaba]

I enjoyed this read, our relationship to hospitals is rather special and unforgiving, granted.

I like how you took various pieces of life and embroidered them together. It creates, a lasting impression.

[DearSweetAgony]

Wow, this poem reminds me of Ogden Nash's work. I like how in this write, thoughts of normal (or as you know put it "normal") places or events turn sour and quite scary. But I am, in no way saying that this is a "sour" or "scary" write. Its actually rather fantastic!
Great job, I enjoyed reading your write!

[VelvetRosetta]

Something a poet/writer should always do...dedicate words to there love ones, not just any words, words we use that they have inspired in us.
Nicely done and Congrats!

[TWISTED NIGHTMARE]

really beautiful great poem ... good luck with your baby girl

[Muse]

What a loving tribute. And when she gets older...you'll have a poem to share. :)

[KT]

Very emotional and sweet. Great job! :) Congrats on your new baby girl!

[Calypso]

It makes more sense after reading the author's note. Hospitals are ironic. They house the sick and dying, they house the healing and alive. I hate hospitals.

[Dushyant Thadani]

This is a very lovely write... The emotions are very strong... And a hearty congratulations to you on your daughter's birth... Good luck for the future...

[Priscilla Sayers]

And a fabulous day it was?
The song of angels that cry through the mouths of newborn babes, a beautiful sound to a mother and father. The sound the brings relief to the heart and new hope to the world. Good poem...

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awww,I too have seen those bright lights in death of family members and in birth of my own children, now I see them in the birth of my grandbabies.
You have indeed described this circle of life well my friend.