May I Meet You?

Blood Lines Poem 15

I see busy people, rushing and bustling by

Where they are going, or what for, I don’t know why.

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I want to pull up my window sash and call out

“What is your business here? What are you all about?”

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I invent lives for these small strangers - who they are

Where they are from, what they do, where they belong.

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For they are simply friends, whom I have never met

Yet I won’t get to know them. I cannot forget.

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Twenty-four seven, I am stuck inside my cell

This is the problem of being very unwell.

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No visitors, no walks, no getting outside

I watch wistfully from afar, all teary-eyed.

This poem is based upon “A Passing Glimpse” by Robert Frost. Whilst I was in the haematology ward for the first seventy or so nights, no visitors, not even from my husband, were allowed as it was during the second covid lockdown. I was not allowed out of my room, not even for a walk around the ward. I missed people.

Flynne’s Barn is a place where young people living with cancer can come together and find connection in beautiful surroundings and provides a range of immersive outdoor and creative experiences. I am sharing one poem per day during September 2022 to raise money for this charity. To DONATE, visit my GO FUND ME page. Many thanks.

CLL Support is the UK’s only Chronic Lymphocytic Leukaemia (CLL) organisation. It seeks to inform, empower and support at all stages of the disease from diagnosis forwards. It is dedicated to addressing the unmet needs of those with this long term, incurable condition. Membership is free.