Dearest Matron
I feel my heart ache for you. In 7 days and in more that 7 ways, you have touched my soul.
Your so called friends are to eager to tell me how difficult you are; tell me about your self sabotage and yet they turn up at your home in the name of friendship, only to share these indiscretions with me, a complete stranger. I wonder! I truly wonder!
Siting gently in my arm and sharing with me how you were an unwanted war time child, a only child.
Late in life you found love for a short time. Left broken hearted by "death do you part", you express cancer as a cruel part of life.
45 years you relentlessly served patients in as many as 8 hospitals at once; secretly hoping that one day you may receive the same care.
At 93 all you ask for is understanding, compassion, a caring heart and companionship and all you receive is judgement and care that comes a cost.
Sitting in my arm, resting your head on my shoulder no words are necessary.
Your so called friends are to eager to tell me how difficult you are; tell me about your self sabotage and yet they turn up at your home in the name of friendship, only to share these indiscretions with me, a complete stranger. I wonder! I truly wonder!
Siting gently in my arm and sharing with me how you were an unwanted war time child, a only child.
Late in life you found love for a short time. Left broken hearted by "death do you part", you express cancer as a cruel part of life.
45 years you relentlessly served patients in as many as 8 hospitals at once; secretly hoping that one day you may receive the same care.
At 93 all you ask for is understanding, compassion, a caring heart and companionship and all you receive is judgement and care that comes a cost.
Sitting in my arm, resting your head on my shoulder no words are necessary.
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