St. Patrick's Day - A Blur Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Yesterday was Saint Patrick's Day, one of the housekeepers
here at the hospital where I am, wore a green blouse and a
green bow around her neck because she's Irish.

For the most part nothing much happened here, the day came
and went while I was medicated for pain, doctors and nurses
coming in and out taking care of me.

Lying awake, tears falling, hoping tomorrow would find that
things had gotten better, waking in the morning, finding
that was not to be the case.