THE HOSPITAL

'The Nurse'  by  Trish  1994

The hospital was beautiful,
Just like a grand old house,
I was so excited, and wondered,
What it was all about.

'My daughter's ill', my mother said,
'She's got pains in her head,
She's been like it for weeks,
She can barely get out of bed'.

The nurse was nasty and cold,
Even the doctor seemed scared.
I cried and cried, and cried,
But no one came or cared.

At five, these trials and terrors,
Were the nightmares of my life,

'The Doctor'  by Trish  1994

But for my mother it was stark drama,
For  if no drama, no strife, she'd no life.

'I told them' she said, after the event,
'How dare you treat my daughter like this,
I'll take it further, you'll see, believe me!'
Her voice as she told her story, became a hiss.

I knew my mother had said no such words,
She'd stood beside me when they called her in,
And said, 'now you behave yourself, stop all this fuss'
At her words, I closed my heart, and my small body took wing

Tushie.