Intensive CareA Poem by Phill Oz O'feePraying for my mother's full recovery at this time ….Intensive Care Electrocardiogram Clicks rhythms In tune with sound drops Of a saline drip And all around Sterilised scented smells From disinfected tiles Fill the intensive care unit
Time travels In seemingly slow moments From one laboured inhale To exhaled warm breathe Monitored intently By medical experts Of professional personnel Trained for such occasion
In their hands We place our trust To administer treatment With modern remedies In hopeful confidence Of relief or full recovery To the suffering Of the one’s we love
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12 Reviews Added on August 2, 2018 Last Updated on August 2, 2018 AuthorPhill Oz O'feeWinchester, Hampshire, England, United KingdomAboutI am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death. Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..Writing
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