RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
In The Hospital
Lying never-endingly upon a mattress, face up, staring at whatever comes within view.
Moving arms, legs, and head just to relieve aching back and muscles.
Thinking about all that has gone on, wondering how much longer this bed will be a part of you.
Tubes and needles being put in or taken out, leaving behind bruises and pain.
Being taken care of at a nurse's convenience, waiting, feeling sick, wishing to do things by yourself.
Tears of frustration stinging your eyes, as lying there, prayers form upon your lips.
Thoughts of home, husband, children fill your mind for a while, until the pain puts them aside.
Staring emptily into space, a limbo seems to set itself in place.
Hearing your name called, turning your head to see visitors - family and friends - as your eyes focus in.
Smiling happily inside-out, relaxing now for someone familiar - someone you've known all your life has arrived.
Steadily feeling stronger, trying to get well, is all easier when you know your family cares.
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