![]() THOSE DAYS OF TEARS 1940A Poem by Terry Collett![]() A BLIND AND LEGLESS WOMAN IN A lONDON HOSPITAL IN 1940![]() ![]() We'd danced until late and the went off to some restaurant Clive knew and later a club still open then Clive walked me home as we stood outside looking at the night sky I said do you want to come in for coffee? you have coffee? he said yes a friend got it for me I said all right he said and we went in and had coffee and then we ended up in my bed after sex we lay there and he said about after the War we could marry Grace Grace are you awake? a voice says to my right I stare where the voice sounds yes I'm awake I say looking through blind eyes at darkness can I have a look at your leg stumps and give them a wash down? the voice says who are you? I say Nurse Rogers I've been away back today yes of course I say sensing her pull back the blankets and lift up my nightgown and unbandage the stumps I feel her cool soft hands against my skin it is ages since Clive did that to me rub my legs after sex sometimes before I muse as she removes the bandages and rubs the stumps how are they? I ask they are looking all right clean and no sign of infection she says I want it to be Clive doing that but he died in Dunkirk and lies elsewhere now sleeping the eternal rest so they say I muse tears coming to my eyes am I hurting you the nurse says no no I say just memories coming back of some one I loved who died o sorry about that she says so much death these days what with the War and bombing we had a lot in last night when they bombed the docks I say nothing I pretend it is Clive touching me his hands moving about my legs and thighs I sigh and wipe my eyes. © 2016 Terry Collett |
StatsAuthor![]() Terry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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