It irritates you
the way the curtain droops
and I can’t quite reach
(even when I stand on a chair)
to hook it back.
It irritates you
the way the taps
(those hospital ones with wings)
drip intermittently -
even when I’ve turned them off tight as tight.
It irritates you
when I can’t understand
what you’re trying so hard to say
(even the second time)
‘It doesn’t matter...’
But it does.
Oh Jerry
the beautiful bits and pieces of you
have been tossed on the bed
like a careless jigsaw.
Alfred the bear
sits on the pillow
with his head on one side.
The first Daphne from the garden
scents the room.
Pity you don’t notice.
The nurses do though.
Alison Cassidy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jerry-s-journey-dealing-with-recovery/
