| Pomegranate Words |
Hospital Dreams by Gianni Howard-Hole, 14, Bournemouth, England White rooms again, The long numb waiting In the familiar hospital walls. That itching scent of Memories long forgotten Return to the surface of my mind. I remember the Last time, I was just A child. The anxious waiting, shuffling feet. How I longed to stay up. To stay and be like my father, Waiting constantly at the old man's side. I look through the plain clear glass And see my father on that bed, alone And scared. In safe hands, but still I look to the sky As I know how his old man died here A few years after, when I was just a man. I stayed up then, just like my father. The Nurse proceeds slowly, Her knowing face says more than words. The news is grim, and hard. My father is lost, And I am awake, and alone With all my troubles. Though I wish it, I cannot go back to sleep. |