Love this clare. So as I waited for my hernia op today I wrote this for the surgeon and gonna leave in next the bed. Thanks for lightening the anticipation. And now I'm desperate for tea!
Oh Jon. Thank you so much for this. Hope your recovery is going well. And what a wonderful poetry gift to leave! Poetry travels, in the most unlikely of places... and now hopefully a surgeon's pocket, and heart. Thank you for carrying the baton.
Love this clare. So as I waited for my hernia op today I wrote this for the surgeon and gonna leave in next the bed. Thanks for lightening the anticipation. And now I'm desperate for tea!
Open toed squeeze tights
Bring chuckles...who invented these
I pull my purple stripey socks on
Toes need tending too you know
They told me I didn't need a gown
So a small white towelling
Covers my modesty
And I look out of the window
Sitting in the glow of greenness
The deep yew green tinged with lime
I feel into the insertion
Of a net to keep muscle at bay
A question arises
Where do you flex your muscles
Yew tree, Daisy, Rhodey and ivy
Do you pop under strain?
And my toes wriggle.
Oh Jon. Thank you so much for this. Hope your recovery is going well. And what a wonderful poetry gift to leave! Poetry travels, in the most unlikely of places... and now hopefully a surgeon's pocket, and heart. Thank you for carrying the baton.