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I see busy people, rushing and bustling by
Where they are going, or what for, I don’t know why.
I want to pull up my window sash and call out
“What is your business here? What are you all about?”
I invent lives for these small strangers - who they are
Where they are from, what they do, where they belong.
For they are simply friends, whom I have never met
Yet I won’t get to know them. I cannot forget.
Twenty-four seven, I am stuck inside my cell
This is the problem of being very unwell.
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.
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Aw Juliet what a powerful and heartfelt poem
I can only imagine what that time must have. Been like for you and others going through the same
I am so glad we met all those years ago and with that twinkle in your eyes, infectious smile and sense of humour you instilled the value and the importance for getting into nature with our wee ones and nothing should be a barrier
Take care Juliet loving reading your poems
Janice xx
Gosh that must have been so lonely you poor soul xx