The dark night doubled each small pain
How good to see sunlight again
Home's silk pillow supports my head
The hospital begrudged a bed
From my curtained bedroom window
I can spy on the waking street
Like an animated painting
Of folk we'd love to greet and meet
People march past without stopping
A gardener starts to cut the grass
Children off to school are hopping
Women with tote bags are shopping
Turning, whirring, bicycle wheels
A passing, busy, business car
New neighbours I don't yet know
I gaze and wonder who they are
I see passers-by parading
Preoccupied, they don't see me
It's like a free morning film show
Watching all day repeats is free
My new wheelchair's free
Borrowed, black paint
It folds, - and unfolds
My kind neighbour's a saint
Later I'll find a comb somewhere
I'll brush my teeth and comb my hair
And grateful for these tiny pleasures
Know my small home's crammed with treasures.
To halve the pain I've doubled pills
Maybe I should update my will
I'm better - bravely opened bills
I'll pay them later, sure I will
What a great start to a brand new day
Breakfast in bed, on a coloured tray.
My tummy wanted chocolate
My broken tooth said, 'No toffee!'
Someone else made breakfast
I said, 'Thank you for the coffee!'
-ends-
Breakfast in bed.
Coffee cup on coloured tray.
Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright .
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